“I hurt myself,” Syren bit out. “I make myself bleed and it feels good. It eases the pressure inside me, but it never lasts for long.” His lips trembled. “Before I slept in your bed, I’d never had a full… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“How long?” Jayce’s scalding breath singed the side of Wes’ neck as he spoke against his skin. “Does Scotto know about you and me?… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“We connected through blood and violence,” Daniel said thoughtfully. “We’re bloody, violent men.” A slow smile broke across Daniel’s face. Goddamn. He would never… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“Me getting in your bed was the first step, T. My presence in your bed was my way of telling you I was all… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“I’ll be here when you get back,” Kane promised. He wasn’t going anywhere. “Call me if you feel like talking. Text me if you… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“Who am I really?” Syren smiled. “I’m the kind of bullet you want in your gun.” — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“Rough fingers palmed his throat. "Can you forget that, amante?" Soft kisses brushed his forehead, nose and eyes. "I can't. I dare you to… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“He’d fallen in love with Quinn slowly, quietly. With Dima, it was like a baseball bat upside the head, these feelings. They completely swamped… — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“We’re just here for the Greek.” Stavros cocked his head. “Wait, you’re here to kidnap me from my kidnapper?” Seriously?” — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“Feelings aren’t something you run from,” Christophe answered softly. “You bring them with you wherever you go.” — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
