Please. Put the gun down and we'll talk. A beautiful woman holding a small cannon plays hell with my concentration. Christovao (Chris) Santos, Sanctuary

“Listen up, Nic," she said firmly, looking straight into his gray-blue eyes. "If…”

“Speechless and very nearly panting, she fell back against the wall with a thump…”

“What could I offer the local bad boy except my livelihood? Oh, I know. My body …”