She was both strikingly gorgeous and completely natural, and her perceptive eyes said she was not afraid to wield said power over a man.

The universe had a terrible sense of humor. Nothing she hated more than being the punch line.

His sexy smile said trust me or don’t, he didn’t care.

If the gods of Gorgeousness and Charm and Sexiness had a threesome, Jason Burkwell would’ve been the resulting love child.

I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

He looks at you like you’re crème brûlée.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

It took a pair of ghosts to open my eyes.

Calm down. Ghosts don’t ring the doorbell.