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“Okay,” he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away.
Deep breath. Another. "Okay. Just...um. Okay. Christ. Christ, Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.”
― Cindy Gerard, To the Brink

“Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble.

"Amy?"

Oh, God. It was Amy.

"Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club.

Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head.

"What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?"

Okay. She was definitely going after him first.”
― Cindy Gerard

“Here's the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you're marrying into, I'm not certain that's much of an incentive."

Dallas to Amy”
― Cindy Gerard, Into the Dark

“Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there.”
― Cindy Gerard, To the Edge