“It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down.”

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.

"Great," Mason said, pretending dismay. "I've gotta trust my safety to a building that swallows people."

Roswell sounds like a good option. Hell, actual UFOS could land there and no one would think anything of it.

"How did you hit my truck? How? It was sitting in plain view. Plain view, Sabella." He was getting angry. He only said her full name when he was really getting angry or really, really horny. And he was not horny. Okay, this wasn't good. She could do without for days. But she didn't like it.

She stomped her foot, glaring at him in irritation. "If it weren't for you, I would never have hit it."

"Me?" He stepped back, shaking his head fiercely. "How the hell was this my fault?"

"Because you were cutting the grass, with no shirt, in sexy jeans and boots, and seeing your tight ass striding across the lawn made me horny. You distracted me. It's all your fault. If you would dress properly things like this just would not happen, Nathan..."

He kissed her. It wasn't a gentle, easy kiss. It was rough and ready and smack full of lust as he jerked her against him...."