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1 " She was hot, and men noticed. He didn’t have to be one of them. He wanted to help her, not mount her. "
― V. Theia , Prince Charming (Renegade Souls MC #9)
2 " There was no room for him to see her through the eyes of a man who liked what he saw. He could get women anywhere. He wasn’t called Prince Charming for nothing. Even with his gnarly scars, it still attracted the women. This one was off-fucking-limits. "
3 " A fist of lust howled inside him. If she looked back, she’d see a big fucking bulge in his jeans. She called him sir. He was no one’s sir. He’d told her a million times to call him Tag. His dirty mind took him to places he should be ashamed of visiting, while listening to her husk Sir at him in different scenarios. Yeah, Prince Charming had a filthy imagination, and he’d used it on her more than he should. "
4 " Tag was the man who carried her from her nightmare. If she allowed herself to trust anyone here, it would be him. "
5 " There was something very unnerving about the way Tag watched her. It was not dangerous. Nor was it seductive. Any feelings a normal woman would experience were burned out of Marianna. Yay for being a sexless cabbage. It was such a female conundrum to wonder why he didn’t at least flirt with her, but one best not dwelled on. "
6 " Tag was a tall man, towering well over six feet two if she had to hasten a guess. She’d seen him working out in boxing shorts many times, so didn’t have to speculate at his body type. It was fit and lean with muscles. Definition on every limb, not an ounce of body fat, many would drool over. Not her. She looked at him—not as a woman would—and saw how his jawline was sharp and curved into a strong chin. Dusted in fine wheat colored hair to match that on top of his head. He wore it in the style she’d seen a lot of men wearing here at the gym. Shaved around the sides with a step to the longer hair on top. He kept it neat and swept off to one side. Being in Tag’s presence always put an anxious gallop into her heart. It raced through her chest, and she forced her feet to hold before she skittered off like a lunatic. Lord, she was pathetic to get this worked up over a man who’d been nothing but kind. "
7 " She wasn’t in a position to be a friend to anyone. Especially to a charming prince. "