“I’m half Italian.” “Which half?” the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“She thought he was about to kiss her again. Instead, he slowly sank to his knees, grasped her waist, and pressed his… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him." She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“He ached to touch her, to kiss her, but she hadn't asked him to do either - yet. He'd rather eat his… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“Only a Mahican would bring a comb to war." Connor rolled his eyes, then leaned in as if about to tell Amalie… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“They walked to her bedroom together. Laura crawled into bed, making room for Javier, who shucked his jeans on her floor before… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“Gabe leaned down, whispered in her ear. "The U.S. Marshal Service is at the top of the law-enforcement pecking order, outranking everyone,… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“Julian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“Wulfe leaned in. "Where did you send Ms. Benoit?" "Disneyland." "Who knows my connection to the Zetas?" "The US Marshall Service, SWAT,… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“She had just pulled her dress coat from it's hanger when Connor came bouncing out of her bedroom and down the hallway… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“Miss Chauvenet." Morgan willed himself to speak his tongue near to tied. He was unable to take his gaze from her. She… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and held her before him. “You’re cold.” Unable to meet his gaze, Kara… — Pamela Clare Copy Share Image
“Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more—something that made him feel like dispensing with five… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“I...I've never met a man like you." He chuckled, a broad grin on his face. "Of that, my lady, I'm certain.” — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“Son of a bitch!” Hunter stared. “I fucking hate it when he does shit like that. That man has a supernatural relationship with gravity.” — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“She had just pulled her dress coat from it's hanger when Connor came bouncing out of her bedroom and down the hallway with something… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work,… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
I know from experience that I make the best decisions when I'm into the story and inspired by the story, not when I'm sitting… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“He didn't see the look his brothers shared or overhear the vow they made to one another--that if any one of the four of… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and held her before him. “You’re cold.” Unable to meet his gaze, Kara spoke without… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“SWAT is already on its way. I'll be at your position in about ten minutes. SWAT should arrive in about fifteen to twenty." [Javier:]… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“I am _not_ a woman from your village." His eyes narrowed. "No, you are not, for if you were, you would be grateful for… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her cheek with his finger. "When a man looks… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“I've got no tolerance for a man who hurts women. Every man on this planet owes his life to a woman. I hope they… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
“Men who hurt Women are my favorite men to kill. Touch her and I'll send you straight to hell - with a smile on… — Pamela Clare Copy Share
