I’ve lowered my character with a great deal of unwholesome reading material.
He was black-haired and swarthy and exotic.
Hooray for me, I’m so very lucky. Not only do I have the biggest piece of cake, it’s a corner piece with a sugar-paste flower on top, and everyone else is sick with envy.
The day was warming fast, the air weighted with the sweetness of clover and grass and pasture scents. A dunnock fluted notes from its perch in an ancient hedge, while robins called from the treetops.
I’m going to kiss you as long and as often as I like, and you’re not to utter a word of protest.
A woman could become a slave to those experienced hands. He touched her with perfect sensuality, drawing acute pleasure from her sore flesh. Leaning most of her weight against the doorjamb, Evie felt her breathing turn slow and deep. Her back softened, lengthened beneath the coaxing manipulation, and it felt so wonderful that she dreaded the moment he would stop.
Daisy loved to read, having fueled her imagination with so many books that, were they laid end to end, would probably extend from one side of England to the other. She was charming, whimsical, fun-loving, but- and here was the odd thing about Daisy- she was also a solidly rational person, coming up with insights that were nearly always correct.
You said I could kiss you,” came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. “But, my love... you didn’t specify where.
I’ll hold you ‘til the end of time, if that’s all you want from me. But there’s so much more I could do for you. I would treasure you. I would-” He broke off, leaning so close she felt as if she were drowning in the tropical azure and ocean green of his eyes. “Marry me, Cassandra- and we’ll tell them all to go to hell.
The world expects a man to have a backbone. Especially when a woman is being harassed.
You won’t kiss me for diamonds,” he said, his voice slightly raspy, “but you will for chocolates?” Poppy nodded. As Harry turned his face away, she saw his cheek tauten with a smile. “I’ll put in a daily order, then.
Her dream lover whispered endearments as he embraced her, his mouth playing over her throat. Everywhere he touched, she felt a glow of sensation. “Shall I take you?” he whispered, carefully drawing away her clothes, baring her skin to the light and air and water. “Don’t be afraid, little love, don’t...
Economic change is always accompanied by social change. No one can stop that.
I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he whispered. “The first time we met, part of my brain said, ‘I want that one.
It seems an odd idea, life being centered around pleasure.” “What is life supposed to be, then?” “It’s about duty, and sacrificing for others. And if we’ve been good, our pleasure comes later when we’re rewarded in the hereafter.” “I’ll take my rewards now.
You Hathaways would find it impossible to understand what it’s like to be brought up in isolation, by people who don’t give a damn about you. You have no choice but to assume it’s your fault, that you’re unlovable. And that feeling wraps around you until it becomes a prison, and you find yourself barricading the doors against anyone who wants to come in.
Aline,” he whispered, mercilessly divesting himself of all pride, “I’m afraid of what I’ll become if you won’t have me.
Thank God you know what labels to affix to people. It would be so inconvenient to have to judge them individually.
Her voice was so soothing and gentle that it would have caused an assortment of cobras, tigers, wolverines, and badgers to all snuggle together and take a group nap.
Cassandra sighed and purred as his hands coasted over her tired limbs. “I think I was begging,” she admitted, “near the end.” Tom pressed a soft laugh against the side of her throat, and kissed her flushed skin. “No, sweet. I’m sure that was me.