When I came here two nights ago, I swore to myself that I'd reduce you to a purring kitten, lapping creams from a bowl at my feet.

You’ve been in the mating frenzy before.” Eric looked up at her, his eyes quiet. “Yes.” ”With Kirsten.” ”Yes.” Iona touched her hands together. “You must have loved her very much.” Eric nodded. “Yes. Very much.” ”Then why do you want another mate?” Eric pushed himself from the fireplace and came to her, the first flickers of fire shadowing his tall, naked body. He skimmed warm hands down her arms. ”Because I saw you.

'What i you're the Big Bad Wolf?' he managed to quip. Neal's eyes widened. 'Then you'd better be Little Red Riding Hood, son.'

We are what we are. That's what Raife said and it was true. They simply were. Animals were animals, humans were humans and wulvers were... wulvers. They were all God's creatures.

Where are you going?" she called after him."Dinner!" he yelled back, not turning. "I best eat somethin' afore I decide t'devour ye instead!

King Henry wants lands an'titles, like all the English.""What do Scots want?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder. Darrow was far more sure footed than she was."A good woman, a warm bed, and food in their bellies." He grinned at her and she couldn't help but laugh.

And ye were promised t'Alistair?" The man took his seat again, leaning back and crossing his arms as he studied her, "Laird of clan MacFalon?""Yes, but..." She swallowed a bite of stew, meeting those blue eyes across the table. He missed nothing, this man. "I didn't want to marry him.""That explains why ye put an arrow in 'im?

Huh,” Uriel said. “You need to leave this room. Go out. Drink yourself into stupidity and burn out your liver or something.

My thighs and hips are on fire. I don't know where I end and you begin.

I had 'em set a table for ye in 'ere," he explained, nodding at the dishes. "Thought ye might like some stew.""No, thank you." Her stomach growled audibly and he arched his eyebrows again, a gesture that Sibyl found infuriating. Almost as infuriating as being called "skinny." And "lass.""This jus' rabbit." He smiled like he could read her mind, going over to the fire and using a long, thick pole with hooked end to lift a black iron pot. "We don't eat humans, Sibyl.