Feeling a little calmer?” she asked, leaning against the desk again. Dax snorted. “Mellow as anything. I’m ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don’t mind if I purr.

— Katherine McIntyre

Flirt with the old ladies, and you’ll be fine,” I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. “Is that how you get by?” “Doesn’t work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?” I paused and glanced at my nails. “Yeah, doesn’t work on them either.

— Katherine McIntyre

For a long time, Conor had known his father and Liam followed a stricter-than-average code, that their hate shone a little brighter than most, but until today, he’d never seen so clearly what fools they were and how blinded they’d become in their intolerance.

— Katherine McIntyre

From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.

— Katherine McIntyre

Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Crap hole.

— Katherine McIntyre

Go figure, that happened to be his same style of flirtation as well—annoy her half to death until, before she could stop herself, she confessed her deep dark and bonded with him to a degree she never had before.

— Katherine McIntyre

Guilt chilled me more than all of this rain combined.

— Katherine McIntyre

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

— Katherine McIntyre

He’d fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she’d been encased a long time ago and couldn’t break free.

— Katherine McIntyre

He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

— Katherine McIntyre