When you’ve tired of me, she said softly, precisely, Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.I’ll never tire of you, he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke th...
She moaned, long and low, wanting to arch, to thrash, to scream. Instead she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, tasting salt.Tasting want.Then she gasped. Please.What do you want? he whispered in...
She could hear him swallow, and then his face was against hers, his own damp. I'm so lucky you would have me, my Phoebe, as my wife and my love. You've brought the sun into my lonely, gray life. (Capt...
She caught her breath on a sob. He was going to London to bed another woman.
Maude was still scowling. What’s wrong with him? Can’t he talk? No, he can’t, Indio said simply, saving Apollo from having to do his dumb show. Oh. Maude blinked, obviously taken aback. Has he had his...
I love you, Godric St. John, and now I'm breaking my word. I will not leave you. You may either come with me to Laurelwood or I'll stay here with you in your musty old house in London and drive you ma...
There would be repercussions should I not return.Montgomery's eyes widened, blue and guileless. You see, this is the difference between you and me. When you make a statement like that, you think it wi...
THERE WERE THOSE who compared Bedlam to hell—a writhing purgatory of torture and insanity. But Apollo Greaves, Viscount Kilbourne, knew what Bedlam really was. It was limbo. A place of interminable wa...
One gray eye opened, staring at her warily. She felt as if she were looking at a wild thing- some animal much more powerful than she, deciding whether to trust her or to devour her.He must have made a...
Melisande blinked rapidly, then looked back to the little box with garnet earrings. Her ears weren't even pierced. She touched one of the garnets with a fingertip and wondered if he'd ever looked-real...
I won’t marry you, she repeated.Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me.Anna winced. I do wish you would stop using that word.Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. Would...
I control your funds. I don't control you. And I think, Mr. Harte, that had you all the money in the world, or sat penniless in a gutter, I still would not find you very likable.
He looked down the table again and felt an irrational urge to push poor Mr. Watts out of his chair when Miss Greaves tilted her head toward him to hear something he’d said. He caught her eye briefly a...
Briefly, he tried to imagine any of his previous, male secretaries daring to comment on his appearance. It was impossible. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone, save his current female secretary, who...
Buss him on
You should leave her entirely.Caire's mouth twisted humourlessly. I find I cannot.Why? St. John shook his head. She isn't even your type.What is my type?St. John glanced away. They both knew well enou...
To fight demons, one must assume the guise of a demon
This was not a man to be swayed by gentleness, beauty, or sweet words. He would bend—assuming he was even capable of bending—only for reasons of his own.
Tall, dark fellow with a bit of a manner? Witty and knows it? And a devil with the ladies, he thought but did not say aloud to his sister.
Somewhere, at some indefinable point, he'd crossed a bridge and the bridge had crumbled behind him. There was no going back. He cared for Lady Phoebe Batten more than anything else in life. More than...