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Patricia had no idea of how to go about it.  Drop the sweater and make a move?  Strike up a sexy double innuendo conversation that would leave no doubt what she wanted?  Go the coy route?  The shy route?
“We should have sex.”  Oops, looks like she was going the bold route. Watching as Cullen suddenly choked on his whiskey in response.  Coughing.  Gasping.  Not quite the reaction she had been hoping for.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me.”
“Just like that?”  Cullen was instantly suspicious.  No angry accusations that he was trying to take over.  No haughty glares.
“When one of my staff members comes to me with a good idea, I don’t dismiss it out of hand, no, I let them run with it.  Own it completely.”
Crap, he knew this would somehow come back to bite him on the ass.

My Aunt Mildred taught me and all the cousins.  Said you never know when the foxtrot might save your life.”
“And has it ever?”
“Not the foxtrot, no.  But the samba, now that’s a different story.”

I’m pretty sure you can pull together a posh high tea worthy of a God.  Cut the crusts off a few sandwiches.  Order in some little pastries.  Dunk a few teabags in some hot water – and voila, high tea.”
“I think it will require a little more effort than that.”  Cullen smiled, amused, savouring a sip of wine.
“You’re right, don’t forget the doilies.  I understand they can make or break a party.”

Patricia was mentally railing at the Fates.  Stupid idiots.  This situation was ridiculous.  She was locked in here with the wrong man.  Just how was she going to survive twelve hours in Cullen’s company without killing him with a heavy tome or encyclopaedia?
She wondered if Great-Aunt Alma had a complaints box, because if so she was totally writing a letter as soon as she got out of here.

Unfortunately, the timing couldn’t have been worse, given her workload and the fact she had just fired off the first salvo in her battle with Cullen.  Yes, but that was Alma’s stock in trade matchmaking approach, wasn’t it?  She waited until her targets were distracted and then, wham.  A half naked, gorgeous warrior walks into their Library.

the first step in managing the babies would be for the mothers to accept how special their sons were.  Hiding magically appearing sharp burrs and having a baby with a knife fixation – probably things that should be discussed sooner, rather than later.

What was Aunt Mortent’s favourite saying again?  When one door closes, use dynamite and bring the whole fucking building down on the bastards’ heads.

One of the copious mental healthcare professionals Darcy had been dragged to as a small child by her mother - Sarah desperate to understand why her child was so unique, and in search of tools in how to manage said unique child - had diagnosed Darcy as having a Wrath of God complex. 
It was a bold diagnosis to saddle a four year old with.  And it had peeved her mother off no end to hear it. 

“They’re just little logs at the moment who poop a lot, how can you be sure they’ve come into their magic?” 
“Theo was lying on a prickly layer of cacti, matching his body shape exactly, happy as larry.  And Asher?  He tried to fake me out.”
“Asher?  The two month old tried to fake you out?”
“He was pretending to nap.”
“You sure he wasn’t actually napping?”

how can you be sure they’ve come into their magic?” 
“Theo was lying on a prickly layer of cacti, matching his body shape exactly, happy as larry. And Asher?  He tried to fake me out.”
“Asher? The two month old tried to fake you out?”
“He was pretending to nap.”
“You sure he wasn’t actually napping?”

“When I initially became Special Liaison, gift wrapping was one of the first classes the High Council insisted I take.”  Darcy sipped her wine, smiling in memory.  “I thought they were all bonkers… at first.  But then I got it.  Nothing drives home a win more absolutely for the Sanctuary than a severed head delivered in a Hello Kitty box, topped with a big gingham bow.”

“Whoa.”  Darcy held a palm up as Declan reached down to unbutton the fly of his jeans.  “And I say again, what the hell are you doing?”
Declan grinned, skimming his jeans down and kicking them away.  Darcy was… relieved… yeah, completely relieved to note he was wearing black butt-hugging jockey shorts.  Phew, riot avoided.  Although could you have a riot of one? 

“We have come.”  Rowan paused for effect, her throaty voice echoing around the empty Town Square.  “For our God.”
Darcy waited three beats, she could do dramatic pauses too.  “You lost a God?  That seems rather careless of you.  Well, no one has reported stumbling over a lost God.  I suppose I could check the lost and found box, if you’d like?”

Declan emerged from the car, the mysterious breeze sweeping back those over long locks and making the edges of his torn t-shirt flutter and flap.  Now you see firm enticing abs, now you don’t.  Every female in the Town Square sighed at the same time.  Darcy almost felt her ears pop at the change in air pressure. 
Crap, she had to get Declan out of sight before he incited a riot. 

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that the birds help you get dressed each morning.”
“Not since I was twelve.  We had a parting of ways because they kept pairing spots and stripes together.  Made me look like a clown.”
The sad thing was, Darcy couldn’t be a hundred percent sure he wasn’t telling the truth.

How are you feeling?”
“Fat.  Useless.  Annoyed.”
“You add cranky, bitchy, petulant and sulky and we can re-invent the dwarves for the post-feminist age.”
“Not funny.”  Hadleigh threw a cheese doodle at Riya’s head.
“Oh, and I think you forgot humourless.”

No, she wasn’t dreaming, she was definitely pregnant.  The question remained though… how?  Or should that be, who? 
You’d think she’d recall an alien probing. No, she was ninety-eight percent certain aliens didn’t exist. Which only left one option open - magic.  And if that were the case, if magic could appear a baby… then magic was going to damn well disappear the thing. She was so not ready to be a single mother

OMG. So much going on. And now they are travelling back through time - AWESOME.

“Huh, as if I’d ever leave a mark.”  Darcy scoffed.
“Seriously, never take the stand if you are ever arrested on suspicion of murder.”
“You know my personal motto; no body, no trial.”
Gigi shook her head, laughing.  “You need a new motto.  Something a little less scary, like the early bird catches the worm.”

“It’s raining hair.”

OMG. Funniest fight scene... EVER. And totally adore how it is the h kicking the bad guy's ass. Girl power or should that be Valkyrie power rocks.

“That’s kind of damning with faint praise.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”  Brodie clutched the towel tightly to her chest as Fen grabbed a corner and tugged gently, but with no real strength.
“Well, it sure didn’t sound particularly complimentary.”
“Um… well maybe mostly adequate wasn’t a fair assessment.”
“You’d be prepared to drop the mostly?”  Fen enquired,

“You doubt I’d make a good fun-time toy?”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure, but I saw the size of her hands.  I think if she got hold of you, more likely you’d end up being her squishy, bruised, and broken toy. One that moaned in pain every time she tried to play with you.”
“So little faith in my abilities to keep a lady entertained.” 

“I can’t look, tell me when she’s finished killing him.”
“Dibbs on Vaughn’s sun sword.”  Dash saw a clear opportunity and took it.
Drum turned slightly, noting Marcus standing directly behind him.  “Are you using me as human shield?”
“Yes.”
“If Hadleigh looks this way our best bet is to play dead, agreed?”  Flynn looked around at his fellow Warriors.

“Don’t be such a baby.  It’s only a sentient killer bridesmaid dress that’s already proven it doesn’t like you invading its territory.”
Rafe watched in horror as Eli swept open the closet door and reacted like any male would who was wearing nothing but a towel, leaping up to sit on the high counter top, crossing his legs and brandishing the spatula as if it were a weapon.

“I think I could die happy right now.” Rafe’s voice sounded muffled. Eli glanced down to note that her current position had her breasts wedged up against Rafe’s face.
“Men.” Eli rolled her eyes. “Do you ever think of anything else besides sex?”
Rafe grinned. “Sure, I can’t speak for all of the male race but sports and blowing stuff up come in a close second and third.”

when I was little I had a goldfish that followed me around that I hated so much I sent it up someone’s sewage pipe.”
Liam laughed long and loud.  “Classic, I bet there was a really confused person somewhere wondering how and why a goldfish suddenly appeared in their toilet bowl.”
Devon shovelled more food into her mouth, fighting the urge to join him laughing.  “Yes, unfortunately you are way too large to flush…

Liam caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass doors behind him.  Poseidon’s Trident, he looked like a cross between the cookie monster and Sigmund the sea monster.  He began to laugh at what a ridiculous sight he made. 
Thank the Seas, he wasn’t vain. If he’d stumbled upon something that looked like him in the ocean he would have beaten it to death first and asked questions later.

“So, no pressure then?”
“Not on me there’s not.”  Berry seemed to relax suddenly, realising Ramsey was acquiescing to her command.  “I just need to lie back and think of England, right?”
“Have you ever been to England?”
“Nope, I suppose that alone will give me something to think about

You promised me sex.  Fun, mindless, no-strings attached sex and that’s what I want.  I don’t want to talk about emotions or feelings.”  Berry buried her fingers into the wool of his sweater, pulling him towards her.  “And that’s what I’m going to get.  I want a million bolts of lightning to course through my veins.  I want to get hot and sweaty with you… and I want to be satisfied