“Plott's every touch, whether he was beating her or caressing her, was a form of brutalizing manipulation.”

“He had to take Plott unaware.”

“He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.”

“It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.”

“Thankfully, Plott hadn't taken them very far inside.”

“The man towered over her five-foot-four-inch frame by a good ten inches. He was big, dark and deadly-looking, with piercing ebony eyes and long, silky black hair secured in a ponytail. Dressed all in black—leather jacket, cotton shirt and jeans—he blended into the night like a prince of darkness. Rorie shuddered at the thought. Whoever or whatever this man was, he was danger personified.”

“She swung the Stetson around and around on her finger, lifted it and whirled it through the air. It landed right on target, sitting up straight over his arousal.”