Arian's ebony hair was spread in a shimmering fan around her shoulders, reminding Tristan absurdly of Snow White in her glass coffin. Even in death, hadn't the deceptive blush of life stained Snow Whi...
Night, G'rard. 'Night, mouse.
He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. I thought I’d die for wanting you.
His lips nuzzled her ear. Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die, he whispered.
I don’t know what was more exhausting—being forced to spew out overwrought poetry for hours on end or having that little girl gaze at me all night as if I hung the moon. A wry smile touched Adrian’s l...
He caught her bythe shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. Do you think you're so charming in that silly little nightdress that I can't resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it c...
He would not kiss her mouth or allow her to caress him in tenderness. He broke his fierce silence only to whisper what wicked magic he was going to work until it took little more than the husky rasp o...
Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as dark and impenetrable as his eyes. Rowena had to look away. She forced he...
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.
It's true that romance novels do detail the courtship phase of a relationship. We usually write 'And they lived happily ever after' before our heroine starts snoring or our hero starts tossing his soc...
Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman’s elegant script, were two words. The ink might have faded, but the s...
Princess, he whispered against her ear. My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.
As he shook off his servant’s grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face.Samantha gasped.A fresh scar, still red and angry, bis...
When her father offered him her hand in marriage and a fortune in gold and jewels as a reward, Burke informed him that he would be content with nothing more than a kiss.’ Her father must have been a m...
That’s my clever girl.
If I had a theme song it would probably be B-Boys Makin’ with the Freak Freak by the Beastie Boys.
There are elements of truth in all great fiction
They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.
Me mum always told me the rich was blessed, but I thought she was talkin' about gold. She leaned over to cackle in his ear, then actually patted him on the head as if he was some slavering lapdog. You...
I see a man, she said softly. A man with the roar of cannons still ringing in his ears. A man bloodied by life, but not beaten. A man with a scar that draws his mouth into a frown when he might actual...