“I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.”

“He opened her door, helped her to the ground, and heldher before him. “You’re cold.”Unable to meet his gaze, Kara spoke without thinking.“N-no, it’s not that.”His brow furrowed for a moment and then he seemed tounderstand. He grinned, a sexy know-it-all grin, and ran afinger down her cheek. “I’m glad I was able to provoke areaction.”Her sexual frustration became irritation. She glowered athim. “How is it you remain so unaffected?”His eyebrows rose, and he gave a snort. “Unaffected?”Without warning, he cupped her bottom, pulled her hardagainst him, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of hisarousal. He was rock-hard, huge.Her inner muscles clenched—hard—and the air rushedout of her lungs. “Oh!”He thrust against her, his eyes dark with obvious malehunger. His voice was deep and husky. “Nothing about youleaves me unaffected, Kara.”

“Julian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she knows how to use it. And be sure to book her on one count of falsifying information on a driver's license while you're at it.""What?" she cried. "You're just making stuff up!"He pulled off his shades, met her gaze, saw the outrage and disbelief in her eyes. "It says you weigh one-fifteen, but i know for a fact you're not a pound under one-twenty."Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Oooh!”

“She told him ... how her heart had fairly skipped a beat when she'd seen him standing in the middle of the road dressed as a true Highland warrior."If I hadna been in love wi' you already, I'd have fallen in love wi' you then."He grinned, his whiskery face unbearably bonnie even with its cuts and bruises. "So you like the sight of me in a pladdie, aye?""Aye--and wi' braids in your hair." She leaned down and kissed him. "But I think red paint looks silly.”

“Miss Chauvenet." Morgan willed himself to speak his tongue near to tied.He was unable to take his gaze from her. She looked as fresh as springtime, her dark hair hanging in a braid beyond her hips, her eyes wide with surprise. Then her gaze moved over him, and he knew a moment of utter mortification.She's thinkin' you look like a peacock, laddie.With lace cuffs, silk stockings and drawers, and shoes with shiny brass buckles, he did look like a bloody peacock or, worse, like somoene that whoreson Wentworth would invite to his supper table. -Morgan”

“Electricity poured though him like liquid agony, setting every nerve on fire. His body arched, his muscles going into spams, a cry tearing itself from between clenched teeth. Then Quintana stepped back, leaving Zach shaking, breathless, wanting to puke. Strangely, he found the pain easier to bear now than he had two weeks before. Perhaps it was just that he'd been through this before. Or perhaps it was the fact that his pain was buying time for the woman he loved. Why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't he told Natalie he loved her when he'd had the chance? It would've taken only a few seconds. What the hell had he been afraid of?And all at once it hit him- regret as deep and wide as the ocean.Natalie.If he died today, she would never know what she meant to him. If he died, he would never even get a shot at building a life with her, of knowing what it was like to come home every night and find someone waiting for him. Hell, he wouldn't even know whether he'd gotten her pregnant. Then don't die, McBride.Zach looked into the eyes of the man who was going to kill him.I love you, Natalie. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Forgive me.”

“I...I've never met a man like you."He chuckled, a broad grin on his face. "Of that, my lady, I'm certain.”