“I don’t fecking believe it,” Uncle Coilin grumbled. “I could put up with the French, the Italians, the Americans, the Chinese, the Russians.” He continued a list that seemed to take several minutes to complete before concluding: “but I never… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“Hair so red, as red as flame, and eyes so green, as deep as the sea, your skin so pale I cannot tame -… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“Fuck me. If I'm to die tonight, I want to know I'm alive for one last time.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“Great,” Hayden muttered. “A rich sadist with a Nazi family history. Can this guy get any worse? Let’s get out of here.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“And I’ll help you get clean,” he replied. “Just after I’ve made you dirty all over again.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“Wow! I thought the other two times were fantastic, but that definitely went up to eleven. Mind you, I’ve never had sex just after someone’s tried to kill me, so it’s probably just hormones and adrenaline and stuff. So don’t get any ideas about bragging to your partners in crime.” “Partners in crime? Do you think I run some sort… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share
“Karla wasn’t the religious type, but with certain men she was willing to get down on her knees and pray.” — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“I’m sure you think you’re a very nice guy, but from where I’m sitting at the moment all I see is an asshole. Yes,… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“As he spoke and bent his head to hers, their lips meeting and the soft, warm creatures of their mouths joining blissfully, his eyes… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“We all make mistakes. Unfortunately, that seems to be one thing that doesn't change, even as you get older. I guess that’s what life… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“Admit it. He's quite a looker - fabulously rich, with all his titles and aristocratic snobbery. God! I bet he's got so much grandeur… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“As she placed one elegant Christian Louboutin pump in front of the other, Karla controlled the rage in her heart. From an incandescent sun… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“The bastard was enjoying this! His muscles, so taut and perfect beneath his torn clothes, seemed impervious to her blows and now she could… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
