Am I in trouble? He chortled, "well, a bunch of not-so-friendly thugs were waiting to ambush you and blow up your apartment. If that doesn't qualify as trouble, I don't know what does.

— Melissa Cutler

And if we don't keep moving, we won't make it to a computer in time to stop the submarine sale because we'll have to spend a second night in the jungle, surrounded by friggin' pit vipers. In the rain. And I am sick and tired of the rain. I want to get a roof over our heads and dry clothes for you because I can see right through your damn shirt, and it's driving me crazy.

— Melissa Cutler

Calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't need this knife to do it.

— Melissa Cutler

Do not tell me what I think you're going to, or I swear to God, I'm going to fly to Brazil and go all black ops on this guy for cheating on you.

— Melissa Cutler

Faces close, they breathed into each other, their bodies slick with water and sweat.

— Melissa Cutler

He liked the sound of her voice, husky and low in a way that got him thinking about pinning her to the rock and setting his mouth to work on the hollow of her throat, proving to her which of them was in control. Then again, feelings didn't get much more out of control that his were at the moment.

— Melissa Cutler

Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore a body of such raw, masculine energy. No doubt about it, he was man built for battle. Yet she could Sean his sharp, dark eyes, and in the glimpses of humor and caring he'd let slip, that there was so much more to him than the fight.

— Melissa Cutler

Hot damn, Diego Sanders looked fine soaking wet. Everything about him radiated potent masculinity, from the slick, dark hair that drew emphasis to the angles of his cheeks and jaw, to the water beading off his forearms and the soaked black shirt and cargo pants that clung to every curve of muscle and flesh below.

— Melissa Cutler

How much the pain grew inside him after Essie died until the only way to deal with it was to throw himself into the fray. And the whole time, Vanessa's body was wrapped around him like she was the only one being strong as a shield while he stripped his life bare.

— Melissa Cutler

I'll carry you." But she was already holding on, and though she knew she'd have too soon, she didn't see how she'd ever be able to let go of him.

— Melissa Cutler