Pamela Clare

She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn't *in love* with her. He'd stamped himself forever on her--body, heart, and soul--but a year from now he probably wouldn't remember who she was. He'd rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it. What was a woman supposed to say? "Thanks, stud"?

Shocked at this rebuke, Sarah took a step backward. __ut I_I am the daughter of a marquess. I cannot marry either____ou are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one__ fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one__ actions._ His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. __he MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier__rue warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family__ wealth, your title, your virtue__hey mean nothing out here. They won__ fill your belly, and they won__ keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival.

You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one__ fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one__ actions._ His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. __he MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier__rue warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family__ wealth, your title, your virtue__hey mean nothing out here. They won__ fill your belly, and they won__ keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival. (Joseph to Lady Sarah)

You broke the Man Code, dude. 'No man shall knowingly and with malice aforethought kick another man in the nuts.'""Okay, so I kicked him in the nuts. The little fucker was fleeing the scene of a crime where he'd pointed a weapon at my buddies."[from short story "Beer Run" at the end of Skin Deep]

I know from experience that females need a certain amount of chocolate. We have two of them in the house. I don't want them growing restless.

Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked."You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.

Awakened by the oppressive midday heat, Zach opened his eyes to see a small blue and tan lizard doing what looked like push-ups about a foot away from his face.

Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!""They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.

It's going to be okay. Donny doesn't know it yet, but he just picked a fight with the wrong bunch of guys." -- Julian Darcangelo

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?

This is what I love to see--different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security.

I've got no tolerance for a man who hurts women. Every man on this planet owes his life to a woman. I hope they catch the bastard and hang him by his nuts.

I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.

Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness.

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that.

Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby.

Zach kissed her forehead. "I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again. You're going to live out your days as the cosseted and cherished wife of a chief deputy U.S. Marshal.