Pamela Clare

«Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn’t already been in love with her, that would have done it.»

Pamela Clare


«She missed his voice, the music he played on his guitar, the sound of his laughter. And sex. yes, she missed that, too. Having the evenings and weekends free to whatever she wanted--something she had once cherished about being single--wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing those things with Javier.»

Pamela Clare


«They danced slow circles in the sand, Javier singing the words to the Spanish version of the song, the melancholy music putting a strange ache in his chest, an ache he saw reflected in her eyes. Was she feeling what he was feeling?»

Pamela Clare


«He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. “This is an assault rifle.” Then held up the handgun. “This is a semi-automatic pistol.”»

Pamela Clare


«So that’s it? You’re just going to rescue me and go?»

Pamela Clare


«Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be your morning lollipop, but I need to eat, too.»

Pamela Clare


«I am _not_ a woman from your village."»

Pamela Clare


«He wanted to taste nothing unless it was the sweetness of her mouth, the musk of her arousal, the salt of her tears, wanted to touch nothing unless it was the silk of her hair, her soft curves, wanted to breathe nothing unless it had come from her lungs.»

Pamela Clare


«If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.»

Pamela Clare