"Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition, but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express."

"Speechless and very nearly panting, she fell back against the wall with a thump, knowing that if she lived to be ninety, she would still carry the searing mark of that kiss on her soul.'At last,' he murmured. 'A way to shut you up.' Christovao Santos (Chris), Sanctuary."

"What kind of husband would I be if I bet against my own marriage?'I smiled. 'The stupid kind. Didn't you listen to your dad when he told you not to bet against me?"

"Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead.'Don't you die. Don't you dare. I forbid it.' As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said."

"This doesn’t mean anything,” Haley whispers as she reaches up and pulls at the Velcro of my glove.“Yes, it does.” I bring my arms to my sides and the instant the gloves fall to the floor, my hands latch on to that beautiful body. “Tell me, Haley. Please tell me it does because this means something to me."