“Go figure, that happened to be his same style of flirtation as well—annoy her half to death until, before she could stop herself, she confessed her deep darks and bonded with him to a degree she never had before.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Flirt with the old ladies and you’ll be fine,” I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. “Is that how you get by?” “Doesn’t work on the old ladies… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“That’s one hell of a beautiful dream, Z. I hope I’m around to see it realized.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child’s.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Took long enough,” she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Sierra couldn’t afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“A lazy smile reached his lips. “The mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I’d rather a solid fuck… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“She preferred to ring in the new year with an orgasm or three instead.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“May as well have ox blood running through those veins,” I added, “You’re as stubborn as one.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Feeling a little calmer?” she asked, leaning against the desk again. Dax snorted. “Mellow as anything. I’m ready to curl up and take a… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn’t be let off the hook.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
