• Proving Paul's Promise (The Reed Brothers #5) Son (The Giver Quartet #4)

    My gaze darted around the room, looking for a bathroom.

    Captain Hall raised a brow. About as long as you, I’d wager.He didn’t like the liberty with which the surgeon’s mate was cutting her gown and stays open—

    Tell No One

    Couldn’t be bothered to take off your shoes and stockings, I see, the captain continued, storm-gray eyes flashing with amusement. You took off like the devil’s hounds were on your heels.Nicholas glowered at Hall, well aware of his sagging wet stockings and the ruined leather. I didn’t realize we are now in the habit of letting ladies drown.His words were forgotten when Nicholas caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned in time to see the surgeon’s mate raise a fist and bring it down, hard, against her stomach.

    The Hunted (Vampire Huntress Legend #3)

    Sir! Nicholas surged up off the deck, swaying on his feet. You dare—?The girl coughed violently, her back twisting off the deck as she spat out the water in her lungs. Long, pale fingers curled against the deck and she took several panting breaths, eyes squeezed shut. Nicholas’s eyes narrowed at where the surgeon’s mate had placed a steadying hand on her bare shoulder.

    No one spoke, not even Captain Hall, who seemed as startled as the rest of them to have her so suddenly returned to them from the land of the dead. Persephone, indeed.

    Ma’am, Nicholas managed to scratch out, with a curt bow. Good afternoon.He scowled. I’m a better man because I didn’t.

    No, you’re just a greedy bastard who still thinks our deal will go through.He blanched. I paid. You agreed. Of course, it will go through. I need that fucking yacht!

    Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)

    Need and deserve are two entirely different things. Moving around the couch, I trailed my fingers briefly over Pimlico’s blood-soaked cheek. Our deal was void the moment you mutilated a young girl.She’s mine to do with as—

    As you please. Raising my hand, I painted her red, red life-force on my cheekbone, dousing myself in the pain of the person I was protecting—just like those of my lineage. We’d fought for empresses and queens. We’d given our lives in the service of others and avenged those who’d wronged us.The many lessons I’d indulged in came back, flowing like magical memories through my veins. I missed my sword, but my hands would do in this case.

    You went too far this time, Alrik.You have no authority to tell me what I can and cannot do.

    Yes. I moved closer to him. I do.His arms trembled. Think again.