Quotes from Sylvia Day

We're not going to let the past get in the way of what we have.

How's your mom?" "Well . . . she's Mom. Beautiful, charming, and obsessive-compulsive.

Es un hecho cruelmente triste que algunas personas desaparezcan de tu vida cuando estás pasando por un infierno y cuando más las necesitas.

There was a dangerous purr to his voice that sent a shiver through me. I could feel the warmth of his big, hard body and smell the richly masculine scent of his skin. I was falling under his spell, deeper with every minute that passed.

Can we come in, Miss Tramell?" Graves asked in a tone that made the question a demand. She'd tied her curly brown hair back and wore a jacket to cover her holstered gun. There was a satchel in her hand.

Whatever. I prefer our kind of crazy—we pretty much only screw with ourselves.

You're all tight and toned from Marathon Man Cross over there." Gideon looked up from his phone. "Come again?" "That's what I just said, dude," Cary drawled, winking at me. "In so many words.

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

What I discovered was that Jean-François Giroux was a really good-looking guy. Hot, actually. Not as hot as Gideon, but then who was? Gideon was in a league by himself, but Jean-François was a head-turner in his own right, with dark wavy hair and eyes the color of pale jade. He was tan and had a goatee, which really worked for him. He and Corinne made a stunning couple.

to just above the crack of my butt in a racy V-cut.

Sighing, he scooped me up like a bride and carried me over to the sofa.

I dropped my pencil onto the notepad I'd been scribbling in, then sat back on the couch and curled my legs onto the cushion. It was rolling past nine o'clock and I hadn't heard from Gideon yet. I didn't know if that was a good or bad sign, considering he'd had an appointment with Dr. Petersen earlier.

I thought I was going to take you to bed, bang the hell out of your insanely sexy body until sunrise, then head home with a smile. But you chewed me up and wrung me out. I couldn't've crawled out of your bed if I'd wanted to and would've begged to stay if you'd tried to kick me out.

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

I stepped back and Gideon let me go. It was hard to watch Cary struggling. It was scary, too. He didn't handle challenges well and I was so afraid he'd slip back into familiar, self-destructive coping mechanisms. It was a threat we both faced on a daily basis. I had a group of people who kept me anchored. Cary had only me.

Ryan Landon had an ax to grind; I didn't hold it against him. My father had decimated the Landon fortune and Ryan wanted a Cross to pay for that. He wasn't the first or last businessman to come after me because of my father, but he was the most tenacious. And he was young enough to have plenty of time to dedicate to the task.

It's said that actions speak louder than words," he went on, "but we still need words. We need to speak and we need to be heard".

Good morning, Miss Tramell," he replied, smiling. He was an older gentleman, with a liberal sprinkling of white in his red hair. I liked him for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that he'd been driving Gideon around since grade school and genuinely cared for him.

My gaze drifted to the window and its view of Manhattan beyond it, then settled on the empty wall where photos of her and us hung in the same space in my penthouse office in our home on Fifth Avenue. I could imagine the collage clearly, having spent countless hours studying it over the last few months. Looking out at the city had once been the way I encapsulated my world. Now, I accomplished that by looking at Eva.

Raúl parked outside the brick-faced converted warehouse that was Parker Smith's Krav Maga studio and then escorted me inside, taking a seat on the bleachers. His presence threw me off a little bit. Clancy had always waited outside. Having Raúl watching made me a little self-conscious.

Gideon held my gaze as he said, "Good-bye, Cary," then powered off my phone and set it on the counter. His hair was damp and he wore black pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips. The sight of him hit me hard, reminding me of all that I stood to lose when I lost him—the breathless anticipation and desire, the comfort and intimacy, the ephemeral sense of rightness that made everything worthwhile.

What are mothers for, if not to help their daughters find mistresses for their husbands?

How would you know?" Shawna shoved at his shoulder with a laugh, an effort that didn't budge her brother even an inch. Where she was slender as a reed, Steven was big and strapping. I knew from talking to Mark that his partner was very hands-on with his construction business, which explained both his size and the rugged condition of his hands.

Whoa!" Shawna paused on the sidewalk outside her Brooklyn apartment complex and gaped at the limousine idling in the street. "You went all out.