“It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.”

“Maybe I could do it."Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend."Tohrment winced. "Good point.""And then she'll come looking for me." Both males shuddered.”

“So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?”

“[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"?Excuse me?"Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]”

“You have what I call a "male brow." Which is a frown brought on when you're thinking about your male and you either want to boot him in the ass or wrap your arms around him and hold him 'til he can't breathe.”

“And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?""Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?”

“When I lie this close to you, when I smell your scent, when I hear your voice, I know everything that matters."She looked down the length of him."You are the male I want to mate with. That's who you are.”