I roll my eyes. "Oh, the woe of being adored." Beta Santa grins. "It's a hard life.

— Amanda Bouchet

It’s just you always…” “Run,” I finish for him… I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features – the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. “I’ll still run, Griffin. The difference now is that I’ll run to you.” He looks at me for a long time, his gray eyes inscrutable. “You’d better.” I arch an eyebrow. “Or you’ll spank me?

— Amanda Bouchet

I turn back to Griffin. His expression is stony and unreadable, although if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it was tending toward ominous.

— Amanda Bouchet

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Griffin asked me to take a chance. On him. On trust. On love. I did, and look where it got me. That my misery is my own damn fault doesn’t escape me. It just makes it worse.

— Amanda Bouchet

I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn't even touched.

— Amanda Bouchet

I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.

— Amanda Bouchet

Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.

— Amanda Bouchet

The door opens, and I turn my head, my heart thudding at the sight of Griffin. Tall, broad, muscular but sleek, he stalks into the room like a predator, his gait balanced and sure, his glittering, gray eyes focused entirely on me. Inky hair, a hawkish nose, that stubborn jaw, and thick, black stubble make him look hard and intimidating. With his sword strapped on, and his dark brows lowered, he’s a warlord on the prowl. I shiver. I couldn’t want him more.

— Amanda Bouchet

The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist. Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.

— Amanda Bouchet

Unless they're utterly heartless, people put a certain value on human life. It keeps us from killing each other off for no reason. But for leaders like you and me, a moral high ground is too absolute. There are choices to be made.

— Amanda Bouchet