I think... I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.

He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck’s windshield with his rigid pecker.

If Scotsmen truly didn’t wear anything under their kilts, she bet his equipment was frozen solid.

The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who’d OD’d on Pepto-Bismol.

A bear! I’ve landed on a wild and wicked bear!

If ye wear underwear, it’s a skirt. If ye dinna, it’s a kilt.

His lips covered hers and turned potent and possessive. His mouth tasted of berries, honey, and a tang of whisky. It was a combination a woman could succumb to without a moment's hesitation - succumb to and be seduced by.

Please dinna tell me ye are taking a bath...naked...because I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about watching ye." "Isna that how one takes a bath? Naked?

I intend to make love to you. Fast and furious the first time. Slow and sensual the second." He smiled against her neck. "Gentleman that I am, I'll let ye decide on how ye want the third.

His head lowered and his breath feathered over her face. "Ye belong to me, Kenzie Denune - every passionate, stunning part of ye. Me, Colleen, and our entire family, we all need ye." His lips moved against hers as he spoke. "But mainly, me, for ye fit against me, every delectable inch, outside and in." Then his lips covered hers and took control.