romantic-thriller

Love makes people do crazy things. And not feeling loved can bring people to the edge of madness.

As he started making a pot of coffee he glanced out his kitchen window and into his neighbor__ window and froze. He had the perfect view of his new neighbor. She was beautiful. Scratch that. The word didn__ even come close to describing her.She didn__ seem very tall, though it was hard to measure. Her dark wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders, reaching just below her breasts. Very full breasts. Definitely enough to fill his palms. And the tight tank top she was wearing left very little to the imagination. It was obvious she__ just woken up as she rubbed a hand over her face and reached for the coffee pot. Look away, he ordered himself. But he was rooted to the spot.

The sun glowed behind the monotonous, gray January sky, a tease of light through the heavy hazy. Noah gazed out the window. He hated when the sun shined against the overcast sky creating a white, blinding glare while the ball of yellow remained hidden, a tantalizing possibility without a promise. Maybe it would poke through; maybe it wouldn't. That type of sun was a capricious as a woman.

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Gunfire cracked around them. __ust warning shots,_ he yelled. __ow do you know?_ __e__e not dead.

Looking at that pain in her eyes, he felt a closeness with her that he had never experienced before. Like they shared something powerful and unspoken, something so deep and devastating, it bonded them together. He knew then, that if she didn't forgive him, he would never survive.He was nothing without her.

I__ quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.

Flash fire." She turned her head as far as she could, trying to look at him. "I don't know what that means." He shifted on the branch. "First time I was on a submarine, we had a flash fire. It's a combustion explosion. A flammable mist builds up in the air, then suddenly, bam. Think super high temperatures and a rapidly moving flame front. It kills by asphyxiation. Burns up all the available oxygen. It's devastating.

What anger wants, it buys at the price of soul.

She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

You're not horribly terrible." He shook his head at her. "You say the nicest things." He held her gaze for a moment. "You're not trying to get into my pants, are you?

Not today. Not sitting next to Quinn who was semi-casual in black slacks and a gray sweater pushed up to his muscular forearms. Seriously, why did forearms have to be so sexy?Why did he have to be so sexy? And why did she have the ridiculous urge to reach out and stroke his_ sweater. She just wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked.Right.

I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying.

I feel like I'm twenty again.

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

What will your family think, me showing up on their doorstep with my suitcase in hand?""I'll carry your suitcase," he said.

Shiloh had never seen a man who was a hunter. But she saw one now. There was an intense feeling around Roan, raw and untamed, as he studied her, his nostrils flaring to catch her scent. He ruthlessly dug into her opening eyes, reading her, trying to understand where she was at within herself and what she wanted from him. __his is your call,_ he said, his voice low and guttural.

Let__ get one thing clear between us, Shiloh. I would never laugh at you. I might tease the dickens out of you, but I would never, ever make fun of you. That__ not who I am. I don__ believe in humiliating another person. It__ not in my DNA.