“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
“The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Gripping his hand, she shook. “The name’s Neve, not damsel in distress.” — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
“Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing… — Katherine McIntyre Copy Share Image
