Marlee

“Dressed in his black leather jacket and black leather pants, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, his face shadowed with stubble, he stepped into the room like menace come to life.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“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, Hard Evidence

“Julian placed her purse in the front seat. "She's got a loaded double-deuce in her purse, Peterson, though I'm not sure she knows how to use it. And be sure to book her on one count of falsifying information on a driver's license while you're at it."

"What?" she cried. "You're just making stuff up!"

He pulled off his shades, met her gaze, saw the outrage and disbelief in her eyes. "It says you weigh one-fifteen, but i know for a fact you're not a pound under one-twenty."

Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Oooh!”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence

“Instincts were his first line of defense. His body was his second. He trained it, kept it in fighting shape, just as he did any other weapon.”
― Pamela Clare, Hard Evidence