" Hunt looked positively swarthy in the gathering dusk, big and potently masculine, with the eyes of a pirate and the casually ruthless air of a pagan king. He was no less arrogant than he had ever been... no tamer, no more refined... and yet somehow he had become the object of such all-consuming desire that Annabelle was certain she had lost her mind. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Secrets of a Summer Night (Wallflowers, #1)