The words filtered through the heavy layers of sleep covering her. They were spoken brutally, in a harsh voice, and with utter truth and deep emotion. The man speaking them wanted her to live more than anything in the world. It sounded as if he would perish if she didn’t open her eyes and return ...
Blood trickled down his wrists, but she’d stopped trying to draw it from him. He stared down at her, into her big brown eyes and, again, hated what he saw. Their luminous depths reflected his doubt and magnified the fact that he was not a killer—no matter that he’d been sure he could do this if t...
As it did frequently these days, her stomach tightened in his presence. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. On the contrary, it was a feeling of anticipation. Anticipation of hearing his voice, feeling the warmth of his body, sharing her thoughts with him and enjoying the singular scent of him—mus...
Like Alek, Byron was not as weak-limbed as one might presume since he was rich and, therefore, relatively idle. She would have to ask both of them about that soon. She’d always known that Byron had strength; it was apparent under his clothes. His chest and upper arms were pleasingly muscled as if...