“Here's the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you're marrying into, I'm not certain that's much of an incentive."Dallas to Amy”

“Nose to nose with her, he gave her his best bad dog snarl. "You've forgotten who and what you're dealing with here, princess. So let me jar your memory. I'm not on your father's short list of men you can bring home to dinner. I'm not a nice man. So if all you're looking for is sex...just keep this up and you're liable to get it. And don't expect some polite little in-and-out and 'oh darling, that was lovely.' You come to my bed, I'm going to fuck you, and there won't be anything polite about it.”

“Amy sat back and grinned. "You just smiled." That was definitely something else she could get used to.Of course, he frowned immediately. "I smile.”

“Marry me, princess. I'll give you my kingdom—small potatoes that it is.”

“And for a moment there, despite the bruising, despite the snarled dirty hair, despite her sunburned skin and the suffering in her eyes that she refused to let defeat her, she was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen.~Dallas and Amy~”

“Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble."Amy?"Oh, God. It was Amy."Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club.Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head."What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?"Okay. She was definitely going after him first.”

“Without illusions. I love you because you arefallible and because your poor misguided testosterone-corrupted brain has you doing cartwheelstrying not to be. I love you because of all you are and because of all you're not. And because, nomatter what, you are all the man I'll ever need.”