“Why do you want to talk to me?” I ask, stalling for time. It’s a reasonable question. Any woman in this situation would be wary, not just one who has something to hide. “What do you want?” “You.” — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“What’s your name?” The creature practically purred the question at her. His voice was low and smooth, completely unaccented. His nostrils flared slightly, as though inhaling her scent. “Um . . .” Mia swallowed nervously. “M-Mia.” “Mia,” he repeated slowly, seemingly savoring her… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“It’s like the fates are conspiring to keep me in Moscow. It’s not enough that Russia has winters brutal enough to decimate its enemies’… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“Why do you want to talk to me?” I ask, stalling for time. It’s a reasonable question. Any woman in this situation would be… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“As soon as I lie down next to him, he pulls me against him, curving his body around me from the back and covering… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“I know that he feels it too, this pull, this visceral connection between us. He may have all the power, but in this moment,… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“If Yulia Tzakova ever crosses my path again, she will pay. She will pay for everything.” — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“Korum couldn't understand [Connor's] placidity. If Mia had blushed at the touch of another man, that man's lifespan would've been numbered in minutes.” — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be so deep inside I’d never come out, to take her so hard I’d leave my imprint on her flesh.” — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“He's not going to flip out again, is he?" Jessie sounded scared. "What? No, of course not," Mia said automatically. "Uh-huh," Jessie said doubtfully.… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“Beside me Esguerra is silent, his hands gripping the edge of his seat as the ground rushes toward us, the small objects below looming… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“It’s not the sweet, tender kind of love I always dreamed of, but it’s love. Dark, twisted, and obsessive, it’s both a compulsion and… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“I love you," he said softly, his hand stroking her back. "And I'll do anything for you. You know that, right?" Mia smiled, her… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“Whoever said hell is hot was wrong. Hell is cold. Russian-winter cold.” — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“Mine. She’s mine. The words are a primal drumbeat in my mind. I’ve never felt so possessive about a woman, have never wanted to… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image
“You don’t know?” he whispered harshly. “You truly don’t know that you mean everything to me?” Hardly daring to believe her ears, Mia pushed… — Anna Zaires Copy Share Image