“It was wild. Abandoned. Rough. Wet. Intense. Fiery. Thorough. Exquisite. Heart-pounding. Blood-singing. Soul-rocking. Life-altering.Luscious.”

“Fucking hell, India Savage wants hearts and flowers.”I went up on my forearm. Hearts and flowers! As if! I was a Rock Chick!“I do not!” I snapped.He was grinning at me. “Yes you do.”

“"What you got to give, Faye, here," his hips pressed into mine, "clean, pure, all fuckin' mine and that's beautiful right there. But the rest, how wet you get, how tight you are, you goin' wild for me like you did just now, baby. Fuck. You gotta know, coupled with the other, that's beauty that's off the charts."Hmm. I liked that.A frak of a lot.”

“I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin.”

“If I could have wished what I thought was my perfect mate on the wind and had her come back to me in a storm, I could never have come up with anything as exquisite as you.”

“You have the best wild west rancher cowboy name in history”

“Don’t give a fuck if you’re hot, wet and panting or pissed as hell, you’re sleepin’ by me, in my bed, at home.” said Hector”