The scars should make you terrifying, but to me they don’t. They only make you intriguing. It’s beauty with depth.

Make no mistake, Princess. I’m no hero.

He was the villain in all this, and when all was said and done, she’d hate him for it. Of that, he was certain.

You’ll go to hell for this,” she slurred. “You forget, Princess”—he brushed his thumb over her cheek—“I’m already on the list of permanent residents.

He wasn’t the type of cowboy she was supposed to want, but to pretend she didn’t was a lie.

You’re playing with fire,” he warned.

We didn’t even get to say goodbye.” “Usually women are angry because I said goodbye, not crying because I didn’t.

Your eyes seem to flash every time you stare at me. You look hungry when you look at me."A slight growl rumbled in his chest."That's a different kind of hunger, Naomi.

His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was as brazen and unforgiving, as terrifying and tantalizing as the electricity between them. She fell into the destruction before her, into him and the carnal desire between them that she knew would tear her to pieces even as the pleasure put her back together again.