She twined her fingers in Gage’s short hair and urged him lower. That earned her another chuckle. “Thanks for the guidance, but trust me, I know where I’m headed.” “Just wanted to make sure,” she said as he kissed his way to the first button of her shirt. “I know how men hate to ask for directions.

Remy, we don’t have time for this. Yes, I know about werewolves. Yes, Rufus was one. And yes, I know that you and your friends from Dallas are all werewolves too. Alphas, actually. Which I have to admit caught me off guard, since it’s very unusual to see multiple alphas able to coexist like the four of you do. Regardless, now that we have the werewolf crap out of the way, can we get back to the important issue of your going to rescue my daughter?

When it comes to two women having a private conversation, they tune it out. I think they’re terrified we might be talking about PMS. They’d rather charge into a building full of gun-toting psychopaths than overhear a woman discussing feminine issues.

If you’re lucky enough to find the woman you’re meant to be with, don’t talk. Just give her a smoldering look with that furrowed brow, flash her a shot of your abs every time she looks at you – maybe even smile – if you can figure out how to do it without looking like you’re in pain. But don’t talk, because every time you do, her opinion of you is going to drop like a rock.

The odds were incredibly stacked against a werewolf ever meeting his one-in-a-billion soul mate. There was no way Becker could have met his in the midst of an armed robbery. That kind of crap didn’t happen in the real world.

Sleeping with a guy isn’t the same thing as opening your heart to him.

Everly heard people talk about a kiss taking their breath away. She’d always thought that was crap – or poor technique. But when Landry’s other hand slid down to cup her ass through the material of her dress while his tongue had its way with hers, she actually went light-headed. But there was no way in hell she was going to stop kissing him. She didn’t care if she passed out. So, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave as good as she got.

I promise not to bite – unless you ask nicely.

He grinned. “Some guys like to work on cars or do woodworking. I search for beautiful women who might want to bite me.

Why do I need clothes?” she said as she found the black lacy pair she’d been looking for. “Two words – burnt eggs.