God forgive me for what I’m about to do to the girl praying inside that church.

~Lucian Byrne, Eyes of the Unholy

I’d gone into the dungeon to find out whether Lachlan Byrnes could be trusted and returned wanting his hands on me and his violence aimed at everyone else.

God help anyone who stood in his way when Lachlan got free.

God help me when he turned all that attention back on me.

I was already half out of my mind over a man who’d barely touched me.

“Fuck.”

“What?” I asked.

“That sound.”

Heat burned across my face.

“I’m sure you’ve made women moan before.”

“Aye.” He pinched my nipple between his fingers. “But I haven’t heard you.”

She was a match, and I was soaked in gasoline.

Now every part of my life—my empire, my secrets, my control—was at risk of going up in flames, all because of one girl who spun through the air with the grace of an angel, tempting men to risk damnation just to touch her.

~Nikolai Volkov, Eyes on You

His voice resonated in the air between us, hitting me with an intensity that was both unnerving and exhilarating. It was as if every syllable he uttered was designed to unsettle me, to knock me off-kilter. His words left me both melted and aflutter, inciting a paradoxical blend of anxiety and comfort within me. Listening to his deep timbre was a guilty pleasure—a secret indulgence that made me squirm.

~Samantha Sheridan, Night Shift

I didn’t know what was going on between us, but one thing was clear: this woman was unlike anyone I’d ever met, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run from her iciness or straight into her fire.

~Braxton Thorin, Mission Shift

In that split second when I locked eyes with this devastatingly lethal masterpiece of untamed beauty—mine searching to understand, hers hardened in resolve—I knew one thing with absolute clarity: she wasn’t the kind of woman a man walked away from unscathed. She fought like a demon, looked like a damn dream, and if I had any sense, I’d focus on survival instead of how much I wanted to pin her down for entirely different reasons. Whether I made it out of this fight or not, I was already a goner. She wasn’t just dangerous—she was the kind of trouble men lost themselves in.

~Braxton Thorin, Mission Shift

I’d left with a hard-on, a headache, and a woman I might have to save.

Even covered in blood and close to disaster, Isabella’s attitude hits Lachlan exactly where it should not.

That little flash of attitude made me want to kiss her, which was inconvenient as hell at the moment.

Turns out, a woman rolling her eyes at me while covered in blood and standing a few yards from a fatal drop was exactly my type.

Good to know.

“You should probably scare me a lot more than you do,” I whispered. “Instead, I keep finding reasons to like you. I’m beginning to think there may be something wrong with my judgment.”