Damn, her mouth was a weapon.

— Kelly Moran

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

— Kelly Moran

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

— Kelly Moran

God. He was an aged if she ever saw one.

— Kelly Moran

Go get dirty, baby girl. And I mean the naked kind.

— Kelly Moran

Hazard of the job. That's Ode de Anal Gland you smell.

— Kelly Moran

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

— Kelly Moran

He could be doing quantum physics in his head or undressing her in his mind—she’d never know the difference.

— Kelly Moran

He couldn’t grab reality if he attempted the task with both hands.

— Kelly Moran

He could’ve penned a rendition of Moby Dick in Pig Latin, and he wouldn’t have been the wiser.

— Kelly Moran