“He's an enigma wrapped up in sensuality padlocked with a dozen chains of desire and topped off with a razor-sharp ribbon of danger. There are more layers to him than a billionaire's wedding cake.”
“The most dangerous food is wedding cake.”
“Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.”
“Donna was an enigma wrapped in bacon wrapped in a crescent roll.”
“He has definitely cornered the market on enigma. I hope Stella goes for the deeply layered type.”
“He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.”