Kat Madrid

“She wanted to slap herself for showing weakness around him. “Why?” he prodded. “Why what?” she snapped. “Why me?” “I was asking myself the same question.” “The wide-eyed act won’t work with me, cara.” “I am not—” “I won’t marry you. If that’s what you’re after, forget it. Not happening.” “I’m after what?!” she spluttered. She was at a loss for words. “It takes more than a cherry to make me cough up a wedding ring, “ he said with thinly veiled derision. “You should’ve done your homework. Marriage? Not in my cards.”
― Kat Madrid, Lonzo

“He was the drop-dead-toe-curling-panty-melting-alpha variety. His deep-set green eyes were hypnotic, with ridiculously thick lashes that would’ve looked odd on a guy yet surprisingly looked arresting on him. He had a chiseled jawline, a strong, masculine nose and a sensual mouth that lived to its promise. Physically, he was a ten. But he was so much more than a handsome face. Those olive orbs blazed with obvious intelligence and undeniable confidence.He radiated an intense aura of danger and ruthlessness. A devilish, ‘I-don’t-care-what-people-think-of-me’ air. In her mind’s eye she could imagine him walking in a room full of people and every single one would be compelled to watch his every move.”
― Kat Madrid, Lonzo