“You are a spitfire of a woman, do you know that? You remind me of a horse that hasn't been broken yet. All skittish and full of wild energy.""Are you for real?" Her jaw fell open. "Did you just compare me to a horse?”

“You are the beautiful and elusive pinpoint of radiance that lit up the darkness and called me home.”

“Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.”

“You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.”

“Are ya trying' to kill me, lass?" "Kill you? No." Maggie leaned closer, her hands drifting up and cradling his face as she rolled her hips again in one wicked pass. "Torture you? Maybe.”

“Scaoileadh Me.... 'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.”

“I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.”

“Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.”

“All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.”

“I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner, but you'll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.”

“I'm not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he's got one down to his---”