Love doesn't make things easy. It makes them worthwhile.

What kind of pirate would I be if I can’t handle a little danger?

He finally had a reason to live, just in time to die.

She tasted like run, root beer, and something wild he couldn’t place, but it didn’t matter. He wanted more. Craved it.

First rule of a pirate’s mate, keep yer eye on yer destination, not yer doom.

She rocked her hips into him and gasped. “Do you have a sleeping cabin on this boat?” His teeth brushed her ear. “Yes.” “Do you have protection?” Her question didn’t register through the haze of his hunger for her. “Cannons, a cutlass, and a few pistols.” She chuckled and kissed him again. “How about condoms?

She smiled, and his dead heart warmed. One smile would never be enough.

If you could see your whole life laid out before you, there’d be no reason to live it, right?

I thought you only had eyes for your ship.” God, she was beautiful. “Until I met you.