“Ugh! Erin. You have a one-track mind."She smiled deviously. "I prefer to think of it as target-driven.”

“If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.”

“Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.”

“I was going for the devious smile that would suddenly light up his face each time he'd read my mind, when all I really wanted was skin, just skin.”

“You won't have to do anything but walk a few yards and repeat after the minister.""Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

“She was intelligent, accomplished, beautiful. She was everything I could have asked for in a woman. But she was a king maker. She wanted power. She must have thought her only path to the throne was through Kastor.' 'My honourable barbarian. I wouldn't have picked that as your type.' 'Type?' 'A pretty face, a devious mind and a ruthless nature.”