Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

— Katherine McIntyre

Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.

— Katherine McIntyre

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

— Katherine McIntyre

Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

— Katherine McIntyre

Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.

— Katherine McIntyre

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn’t want to dismiss. Not tonight.

— Katherine McIntyre

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

— Katherine McIntyre

Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child’s.

— Katherine McIntyre

Every flutter in her chest when he sat beside her, every flush to her cheeks after a compliment, and every longer-than-average embrace would end tonight.

— Katherine McIntyre

Everyone’s searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

— Katherine McIntyre