“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.”
“Plott's every touch, whether he was beating her or caressing her, was a form of brutalizing manipulation.”
“He had wanted. He had needed. He had desired. And he had taken. But he had never loved.”
“He had to take Plott unaware.”
“Ride em, cowgirl,' he said.And she did.”
“He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.”
“It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.”