If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?
Pamela ClareStichwörter: flirtation romantic-suspense
You think to judge me, MacKinnon? I've littered the ground wi' the corpses of men like you."
Iain raised his blade and smiled. "You've never met a man like me.
Stichwörter: historical-romance fight-to-the-death scotsmen
I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.
Pamela ClareStichwörter: romantic-suspense bromance
Forgotten about you?" He caught her chin, forced her to make eye contact, his gaze flashing anger, then slowly going gentle. "That would never happen. Never."
And Natalie got the sense that she'd hurt him.
Stichwörter: i-team pamela-clare
All those people - poor Sr. Marquez, Ana-Letitia, Sergio - they died because of me? I brought that down on them? Oh, God!"
Then she turned and fled up the stairs.
"Well, I'd say you handled that with great sensivity."
"Go to hell, Hunter!" Zach stood there, staring after her.
"Your first.
Stichwörter: i-team-series
God Sophie... If there were any chance we could be together... If there were any woman I'd want to be the mother of my... Shit, this is so hard."
"No, Hunt, it's simple. If right now is all we have, if this is all we get, then I'll grab it with both hands and take all I can.
Stichwörter: pamela-clare unlawful-contact
Electricity poured though him like liquid agony, setting every nerve on fire. His body arched, his muscles going into spams, a cry tearing itself from between clenched teeth.
Then Quintana stepped back, leaving Zach shaking, breathless, wanting to puke. Strangely, he found the pain easier to bear now than he had two weeks before. Perhaps it was just that he'd been through this before. Or perhaps it was the fact that his pain was buying time for the woman he loved.
Why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't he told Natalie he loved her when he'd had the chance? It would've taken only a few seconds. What the hell had he been afraid of?
And all at once it hit him- regret as deep and wide as the ocean.
Natalie.
If he died today, she would never know what she meant to him. If he died, he would never even get a shot at building a life with her, of knowing what it was like to come home every night and find someone waiting for him. Hell, he wouldn't even know whether he'd gotten her pregnant.
Then don't die, McBride.
Zach looked into the eyes of the man who was going to kill him.
I love you, Natalie. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Forgive me.
You were inside my body, but somehow 'tis my soul you touched, Iain Mackinnon.
Pamela ClareJulian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she knows how to use it. And be sure to book her on one count of falsifying information on a driver's license while you're at it."
"What?" she cried. "You're just making stuff up!"
He pulled off his shades, met her gaze, saw the outrage and disbelief in her eyes. "It says you weigh one-fifteen, but i know for a fact you're not a pound under one-twenty."
Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Oooh!
I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."
She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.
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