Toni Anderson Quotes

Thankfully failure was a better teacher than success

He scanned the parking lot, searching for the bad guys, knowing they could be anywhere. Goddamn it. This was the USA. None of this stuff was supposed to happen here. Yeah. Which was the point these fuckers were trying to make. Welcome to the rest of the world.

Officer Patrick Killion had called him to say he was following a lead on the assassin who'd killed the Vice President.

Saving these animals was what she did, it was an anathema to try to understand someone who'd take their lives - for something as inert and valueless as money. She

Certain aspects of their job made grim look like sunshine. The only thing that made it worthwhile was incarcerating bad guys so they didn't hurt anyone again.

You any good with that SIG?" Matt asked. Parker's voice held a trace of amusement. "Not bad.

Parker joined him and geared up, fast and efficient. That, and the fact Frazer was sending him out with Matt into a dangerous situation, told him the rumors were true. The guy wasn't your typical desk-jockey, computer nerd.

He rubbed his hand over his brow. He was stark naked except for his gun, and now some woman was standing on his deck? He hoped to hell she wasn't a Jehovah's Witness because she was about to have a come-to-Jesus moment.

He turned her in his arms and kissed her. His hands were full of woman as she wrapped herself around his body so tight they were melded together from shoulders to hip. But her kisses…they stole his breath with their hunger for him.

His grip hurt and he tasted dangerous; there was no other way to describe it. Like fire and sweat and savageness that scared her. He was so much bigger than she was, so much stronger. His kiss was hungry, ravenous.
A starving man…or an addict.

He flipped her on her back and she squeaked.
"I want to see you." And he kissed her, tasting like darkest sin, like double chocolate without insulin, like pure malt whisky injected into her bloodstream.

Diabetes sucked. It was a blindfold juggling act between insulin, diet and exercise, and it ended with your last breath. Irritated

dead man's chest. He needed

I know to you she's just another dead prostitute, but she was my baby. Promise me you'll find her killer so we can put our baby to rest. Promise me, because if you don't find him, I will.

Without the bargain he'd made he'd still be rotting in that North African jail with all the other vermin.

She turned back to the dude who stood with arms crossed over his broad chest, radiating impatience and hostility. Sexy as hell. She was tired from lack of sleep, exhilarated by the thought of what the day might bring, but she sure as heck wasn't blind.

He raised his bottle. "Well, if you ever want to go diving when you're off duty, let me know." "I'm not looking for a relationship, Mr. Carver. I'm here to solve a murder." He opened his front door to go inside. "Who said anything about a relationship? I'm just offering a no-strings recreational dive." A

No sirens. Let Parker drive," Frazer ordered.

He slid his hands up her back and lifted her until they were eye to eye. She held his gaze, those changeable eyes of hers blue now, reflecting the water and the sky. And finally she let go, unraveled, squeezing him tightly, wrapping herself around him in sensual pleasure. Her cries, amplified by the water and ancient stone, reached out and connected to something so fundamental inside him it felt like his soul. He closed his eyes and cried out as he followed her back into the void.

Toni donates 15% of her royalties from EDGE OF SURVIVAL to diabetes research - to find out why, read the book!

Regardless of the fact Denker was a sadistic killer, and not an innocent man. The judicial system seemed designed to keep those killers alive for as long as possible, regardless of evidence, or the hurt it caused the victims' families -

The FBI had once estimated there were approximately two-hundred and fifty serial killers active in the US at any one time. Alex's job was whittling that number down, one murderous asshole at a time.

Cam smiled as she grabbed the hem of his jeans and pulled them until his feet hit the floor with a thud. He was naked. She was naked. And he wasn't looking quite so detached anymore. In fact, he looked panicked. And annoyed. And hot. For her.

We're not dating, remember.

Logan Masters and Noah Zacharius stood on the steps, grinning at him like a couple of fools.