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I couldn't imagine that I'd ever fall in love again like I had with Gideon. For better or worse, he was my soulmate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.

I'm afraid I'll lose myself in you, Gideon. I'm scared I'll lose the part of me I worked so hard to get back." "I'd never let that happen." he promised fiercely. Chapter 8, pg 140

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

Tell me you love me," I pleaded" "Gideon's eyes met mine. "You know I do" "Imagine if I i ever said the words to you. If you never heard them from me" "His chest expanded on a deep breath. "Crossfire

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Doctor." Gideon set one ankle on the opposite knee and settled back, creating a picture of unyielding decisiveness. "The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us." Chapter 3 pg 50

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I had never seen hair that purely black. It was glossy and slightly long, the ends drifting over his collar. That sexy length was the crowning touch of bad boy hotness over the successful businessman, like whipped cream topping on a hot fudge brownie sundae. As my mother would say, only rogues and raiders had hair like that." (Eva about Gideon)

My heroines, more often than not, are the ones who are troubled and resistant.

I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.

I've been told by readers that they love how my heroes fall in love fast, first, and with conviction.

Don't leave me." "Leave you? I'm going to marry you.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

Eva: Do you understand how much time and work a relationship between us is going to take? Gideon Gideon: but you're worth it and i want you bad enough, so i guess i dont have a choice dont I?

Eva: it's going to be a lot of work.,Gideon Gideon: im not afraid of work Im only afraid of LOSING YOU

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.

I want to sympathize, I do, but the love triangle is just too delicious. The determined rock star and the possessive billionaire. Rawr.

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on.

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

What are you doing?" he breathed. "You're going around, stirring up everything." "I've got time on my hands," I shot back, just as breathless, "since I dumped my asshat boyfriend." He growled, fiercely passionate, his hand in my hair pulling so tightly it pained me. "You can't make this up with a kiss or a f*ck, Gideon. Not this time." Gideon & Eva

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva." he flattened me into the side of the car. I was pinned by six feet, two inches of violently aroused male.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.

If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.

Most suits made the man. Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should've been illegal.

That you can know what i have in me and still want me as much as i want you. i go to sleep every night afraid i'll wake up and you'll be gone.or that i scared you away ... that i dreamed you-" "no. Gideon." jesus he broke my heart every day. shattered me.

Gideon woke up ready to conquer the world, and he liked to start that domination with me. How lucky was I?

What would I do without you? You're never going to find out.

He's a Sentinel. An angel created to hunt and punish other angels. He was designed and built to feel no emotion, to function almost like a machine. One mission, one purpose, no deviations. But he's deviated a lot over the years. Now more so than ever before. And he's paid the price. He's paying it even now.

Day One of my life was the day I met you.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession...

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

There wasn't a second that passed when you weren't on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

As he stared back, he altered...as if a shield slid away fro his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.

We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.

I look at you, angel, and I want you so badly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I want you.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

Love will find a way against time itself.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.

The man knew how to fuck. Gideon didn't just shove his big dick in and out of a woman. He worked her with it, exploiting friction, changing angles and depth of penetration. The nuances of his skill were lost when I was writhing beneath him and focused only on the sensations he stoked in my body. But I felt them all now.

A wife is meant to be cherished and to be treated with a gentle hand, while a mistress is a convenient cunt to rut in.

He lounged on his side, bare-chested and barefooted, his jeans unbuttoned to show both the waistband of his underwear and the sleek lines of his ripped abs. His dark brown hair was sexily mussed and his emerald eyes were bright with mischief.

There wasn't a woman alive who could resist a man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the only other person in his world.

I spend a quarter of every day inside you. When you set limits outside of that I can't help but see them as arbitrary.

Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

He was impossibly gorgeous. I had trouble taking it in at times

I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.

I can't live without my smartphone, but I really geek on coding. It's not so much technology that I like, but puzzle solving.

Sometimes love's not enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it ?

What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?

And yet I understood the alienation of being around others who couldn't really see you or chose not to. I'd felt the self-loathing that came with being a fraud, protraying an image of what you wished you could be but weren't. I'd lived with the fear that people you loved might turn away from you if they ever got to know the true person hidden inside.

Until you, I didn't consider my past as an issue. Yes, it affected certain ways I did things, but everything had its place and I wasn't unhappy. In fact, I thought I had a comfortable and uncomplicated life." "Oh boy." My nose wrinkled. "Hello, Mr Comfortable. I'm Miss Complicated." His grin flashed. "Never a dull moment.

I'd rather argue with you, angel, than laugh with anyone else." Jesus. It took me a minute to be able to swallow the last bite in my mouth. "You know . . . I love you madly." He smiled. "Yes, I know.

I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.

"he murmured. "Of course, you're my favorite ride." "Aw, that's sweet, baby. And you're my favorite joystick.

"was designed to protect his heart, to bind me and bribe me to stay with him no matter what. He was giving everything he had.

...you showed me what love truly is just by giving yours so selflessly. I wasn't made for love. It wasn't [woven]into the fabric of my being. I didn't know what it was, what I was looking for, what I needed. I had no point of reference, no examples, nothing. Until you.

..nothing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I'm no saint.

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn't hide you from me. I found you once. I'll always find you.

Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me...

As for discipline and rules, I confess, I've never been good with either.

As long as Kline doesn't kiss you." The warning was clear in his voice. "Same goes." "If he kisses me, he's getting decked." I laughed. "You know what I meant.

Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami.

Can I take advantage of you in the limo?" His eyes laughed at me. "By all means, angel mine.

Chicks before dicks, and all that.

Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day

Dark and Dangerous. And all mine.

Do you want to suck face or not?" "Suck face?" His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against me. It was a lusty, full-bodied sound and my toes curled at hearing it. Gideon laughed so rarely. My hands slid under his sweater and glided over that warm skin. My lips moved over his jaw. "Is that a no?" "Angel, I'll suck on any part of your body I can get my mouth on.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

Even she agreed that a woman had a right to chocolate.

Gideon knew exactly what I liked. Not because I'd told him, but because he paid attention to everything about me.

Gideon opened his and read, "Prosperity will knock on your door soon." I snorted. Cary shot me a look. "I know, right? You snatched someone else's cookie, Cross." "He better not be anywhere near someone else's cookie," I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. "Don't worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

Gideon was a force of nature, his magnetic self-possession so powerful it put everyone around him in his shadow. I saw flashes of it every day and was awed by it, but not nearly as much as I was by the charming, wryly amusing lover I had entirely to myself in our private moments together.

Gideon was a man who'd lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he'd accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I'd only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn't survive.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

Has that line ever worked for anyone?" "I'm not feeding you lines. I mean every word." " "Day One of my life was the day I met you." "Okay, that's a winner. You can put it in.

He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. "I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I'm with you. Just tell me what I have to do.

He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?" I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.

He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.

He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.

I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

I can let you in, Eva. I'm trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can't stand feeling like any moment I'm going to do or say something wrong and you're going to bolt.

I can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. I've been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You've got the advantage, state your demands.

I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.

I can't think. I can't work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time." He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, "I'm in love with you." With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it." He turned the corner and pulled up in front of the Crossfire behind the Bentley. He killed the engine, released his seat belt, and took a deep breath. "Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.

I had to bite back a laugh. "Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect." Chapter 12, pg 213

I have one one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That's it." I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Whatever.

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.

I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.

I love being with you. When we're not together, i wish we were

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I own your pleasure," I whispered into his mouth. "I'll take it if you won't give it to me.

I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. "What's going on?" I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. "Shell game," he said"

I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.

I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.

I swayed into him, drawn to his obsessive and insatiable raw need for me, which reflected the depth of my need for him

I thought we'd turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.

I want love and I won't settle for less