He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

— Katherine McIntyre

He leveled his gaze on her—the intensity there whispering promises she couldn’t fathom—and she shivered.

— Katherine McIntyre

He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.

— Katherine McIntyre

He might have perfect form and better swordsmanship, but I had one thing on my side that stacked the deck in my favor. I was absolutely crazy.

— Katherine McIntyre

Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.

— Katherine McIntyre

He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.

— Katherine McIntyre

His heat warmed her, even as her insides turned to ice.

— Katherine McIntyre

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

— Katherine McIntyre

If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was “tense.

— Katherine McIntyre

Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.

— Katherine McIntyre