This woman could make a saint sin.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

O' melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.

— Nithin Purple

He might kiss like a damn sex god and rev her engine like no other, but he clearly wasn't for her.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

When the pieces fell around him, he'd pick them up. It was what he was good at, after all. Restoring what was once lost, what could never be perfectly whole again.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

It's how we work,' his brother said simply. 'I plan. Jake refines. Owen organizes. And you growl and grunt.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

He's lost everything once, and now, he wasn't sure if he had anything left to lose.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

I'm also getting a piece of chocolate cake... 'Can I have a bite?' he asked, his voice smooth and sexy. A bite of what? She wanted to ask, but didn't. She wasn't ready for that level of flirting. 'Get your own slice, Gallagher.' 'I can do that, Blake. I'm in the mood for something sweet it seems.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away. 'Possessive much?' she asked on a laugh. 'Just making sure these hooligans know you're mine.' Her brow rose. 'Really? Yours? Talk about caveman.' 'I'm a Gallagher, baby, I'm as caveman as they come.

— Carrie Ann Ryan

He grinned at her intently before leaning over the counter and running his thumb along her jaw. It took everything inside of her not to lean into that touch. When he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers, she made a little sound that caused Graham to growl. 'Later,' he whispered as he pulled back.

— Carrie Ann Ryan