“She was the sweetest ambrosia sent straight from heaven. Or the most sinful temptation to drag him down to hell. He didn’t care.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Violate me?” He laughed, a black lock of hair falling in front of one eye. “That sounds delightful.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t the kind of woman to give herself easily. But she’d never known a man or vampire like him. He always got what… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Nice night for a bath under the moonlight, isn’t it?” he asked evenly.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“No? Then why do I feel like I’m under a spell, as if something is gripping me, and I’m helpless to free myself.” His… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“I want to tear these clothes off of you and taste every inch of your skin. I want to lick you between your thighs… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“When I take a woman in my arms, whether to my bed or to feed, it is always an embrace—gentle, warm, and pleasurable.” Her… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“I love that sound,” he said against her lips, sucking her bottom lip. “I love it when you make me make that sound.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“There is no place far enough that you can run. If a doe flees into the forest as far as her legs will carry… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“His jaw clenched tight. “I could not resist you last night if the world itself was on fire.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“There is nothing else. No one else,” he grated low and deep. “There is only us.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“He was too big, too dark, too strong, too seductive… simply too much for her to resist.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“He’d heard older vampires speak of those they called honey-bleeders.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“I know all the tells a woman makes when she wants me. The furtive glance. The parted mouth. The rapid heartbeat. The light sheen… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Her scent was so embedded in his skin, through his flesh right down to his bones, that if he lived a million years, he’d… — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
