For the first time, his wife was waking up in his arms...And if he'd known how it would feel to have her there, his heart bursting out of his chest and his throat so full and tight that he couldn't ha...
Ghostly terror, green eyes like rocks; ugly and gullible, Zenobia Fox!
They gaped as if they’d never seen a ridiculously handsome bleeding man in a turquoise waistcoat fall through a rubbish hole and then save himself with a grappling hook before. What DID they do for fu...
His gaze settled on her mouth. Have you been kissed before, inspector?Why? If he wanted virgin lips, she’d claim to have serviced an army.If it’s your first, I’ll do it differently.You won’t do it at...
No siege engine could equal the destructive power of Zenobia sitting so close.
His dark gaze searched her face. Aren’t you curious, inspector? A kiss—and only a kiss.Only a kiss . . . from someone who wanted her. Longing slipped through her, tugging at hopes best kept buried. Ye...
And while we are living, we receive no punishment but what we put on each other or that we make for ourselves
Every man had a choice: feed that which makes you happy, or feed that which makes you rage.
Every word I say. Everything I do. You may take it as encouragement,
In the quarantine tower he'd done to her what he'd sworn never to do with the machine: justify the route he'd taken with the result he hoped to achieve.
If Helene was with child, either Basile Auger had astonishing ejaculatory capabilities, impregnating her from halfway around the world, or she’d lain with another man.
Freedom is having a choice to make, to be who we want to be.
Her hand shot to the front of his breeches, making claws of her fingers and trapping his genitals in a tight grip. He froze. As if testing, she hefted thefirm weight she found. Heavy, but so very deli...
Families aren't always blood. You make your own.
But she would not think better of him just because he possessed the decency not to blackmail her. Refusing to take advantage of a woman should be a basic part of any man’s character, and lauding him f...
But disbelief wasn't enough to wound someone. Disbelief only hurt when someone wanted to believe.
As you have likely guessed, I have been kidnapped again—but at least my abductors do not want gold this time. It’s somewhat flattering that my worth is equal to the worth of a giant war machine that c...
And even though she could remember most of the sentences and every plot point, the story would never be what it had been. She would never again be who she’d been.
I think the difference is not in the man, but how many stand behind him. I think that change will truly come when their combined fists are bigger than a single mighty one.
When you come home to me, I will always be here waiting for you.