Dreams of a Dark Warrior (Immortals After Dark, #10)

by Kresley Cole

And I jest at inappropriate times. Such as during executions.

“Whore for my freedom?” She laughed again. “What if I just wanted to whore for whoring’s sake? Maybe I miss sex with you. Maybe I crave it.”

I want a bath almost as much as you need to watch me take one.

“That frenzied energy rolling off you in waves.” It distracted him from his seething need to disembowel the man.

Hate scars. I’m physically flawless—why can’t everyone be?

“You appear . . . saner today.” “Alas, you are remarkably less so.”

“Crying can be therapeutic. Or so I’m told. Never have done it myself. But I do know the pain will fade soon.”

“A millennia-old source of unadulterated evil dispensing relationship advice? We’ll pass.”

Then Chase will use violence to break the ice with her.” Declan repeated, “Violence.” “Live by the sword, love by the sword,” Lothaire said. Thad belched. “I got nothing on the violence. I was taught to respect women.” “He can respect her in the morning. Or not.”

The best way to bring a male back from the brink? Hot oral sex with a Valkyrie.

“What do you want from me, Chase?” He drew his head back in confusion. “I want everything. You’re mine, Regin.”

“Did the big bad Blademan just have a funny feeling in his chest?” His gaze pinned hers, and he rasped one word. “Aye.”

“Nut up or shut up,