The antihistamines she took failed her. Her nose twitched. She sniffed. It tickled more. She tried to hold it in. Tried to – Epic fail. Achoo! It came out of nowhere, a massive sneeze that rocked her whole body. Whilst in its grip, her finger tightened on the trigger of the gun and caused a second explosion, not of the nasal variety. Bang! Oh dear.

I’m not saying I’d take up stripping for money, but what gives you the right to decide what I am allowed to do? I don’t belong to you.” That was where she was wrong. She. Was. His.

Careful, demon. I’ve shrunken heads bigger than yours.” Her pointed stare at the stop below his belt buckle had him growling.

But, as a princess of Hell, I tended to lean toward the more dramatic – I did have a reputation to uphold after all. I threw a knife at my visiting mother’s head. In my defense, it was only a butter knife – unfortunately – and I knew, even before I fired it with deadly intent, it would never make its target – an even bigger shame.

What do you mean you’ve found something more precious than treasure?” And Tren replied, “If you repeat this, I’ll deny it then kill you, but in truth, the greatest treasure of all, the most priceless thing I own, is the love of my mate. Without her, I am nothing. She is the sum of my universe. The reason I plot and kill. She is the most precious thing I can ever hope to possess and the only thing worthy of my life or attention.

My poor, confused cyborg. I shouldn’t tease you like that. I belong to you, Joe. You and only you. I want no other.” A knot of tension eased inside him, and an exultant joy took its place. With no words to express himself, or at least not words he dared say aloud, he did the only thing he knew to show her how he felt.

The sirens truly had no use for males other than their cocks and semen – the creamy kind, not the sailing kind.

So if you’re not an angel out to save me, then what are you?” “The snake in the garden, I’m beginning to think.

Just like she intended to be with him for Christmas and make him buy a potted tree because, while she didn’t like artificial pines, she also couldn’t stand the thought of chopping a live one down for decoration. So, every year, she bought a live pine tree, and once Christmas was done, she kept it watered and healthy until spring when she could plant it.

Dating takes too much time. I wanted you. I took you. You’re mine.” She shivered. Women’s lib could say what it wanted. Being claimed by a sexy male still held loads of seductive charm.