“As he grinned, a dimple formed on his right cheek. My heart quivered. Men like him should come with a warning: date at your own risk”

“Just checking you’re living and breathing,” Kieran said. “Maybe we should discuss ways to keep you that way because right now I feel like strangling you. You got me into a lot of trouble with my brother.”

“Does he ever eat? Nope. Does he sleep during the day and only comes out at night? Yep. Is he so sexy you’d sell your soul to spend just a night with him? Double-yep. What other proof do you need?”

“Can't you see, Amber? Losing you would be like a stake to my heart.”

“Hi there, I'm—" "An idiot," Kieran said, rolling his eyes. Thrain grinned and shook Clare's hand. "Well, hello, Miss Idiot.”

“In an angry fit, my mother had called him an airhead, who couldn't find his brain even if it came knocking on his door.”

“He simply had to be different and like me the way I was now that I'd fallen in love with him.”