“Lassiter skidded in from the billiards room, the fallen angel glowing from his black-and-blond hair and white eyes, all the way down to his shitkickers. Then again, maybe the illumination wasn’t his nature, but that gold he insisted on wearing.… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“At the sight of his enemy, Angel gave a snort of indignation and surged forward in a fresh burst of unmatchable speed that took him ahead of the black stallion.” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
