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About Daniel: Two, he hates Clay * Five, he really hates Clay. * Nine, he really, really, hates Clay.
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clay
daniel
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Kelley Armstrong |
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"He said he loved me," she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he'd have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, "He said he loved me . . ." Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response."
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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Once, when I'd needed to meet Daniel to deliver a warning from Jeremy, I'd worn two-inch heels and had quite enjoyed the sensation of talking down to Daniel, until he told me how sexy I looked. Since then he'd never seen me in anything but my oldest, grubbiest sneakers.
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elena
daniel
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Kelley Armstrong |
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"Oh, Daniel," his mother exclaimed, catching him before he could make his escape, "do come join us. We're trying to decide if Honoria should be married in lavender-blue or blue-lavender." He opened his mouth to ask the difference, then decided against it. "Blue-lavender," he said firmly, not having a clue as to what he was talking about. "Do you think so?" his mother responded, frowning. "I really think lavender-blue would be better." The obvious question would have been why she'd asked his opinion in the first place, but once again, he decided that the wise man did not make such queries."
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julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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Daniel chuckled. Whoever that poor girl was, he hoped his family was paying her well. And then, finally, she lifted her fingers from the keys as Daisy began her painful violin solo. He watched her exhale, stretching her fingers, and then . . . She looked up. Time stopped. It simply stopped. It was the most maudlin and cliched way of describing it, but those few seconds when her face was lifted toward his . . . they stretched and pulled, melting into eternity. She was beautiful. But that didn't explain it. He'd seen beautiful women before. He'd slept with plenty of them, even. But this . . . Her . . . She . . . Even his thoughts were tongue-tied.
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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"Have you seen Frances?" He tilted his head to the right. "I believe she's off rooting about in the bushes." Anne followed his gaze uneasily. "Rooting?" "She told me she was practicing for the next play." Anne blinked at him, not following. "For when she gets to be a unicorn." "Oh, of course." She chuckled. "She is rather tenacious, that one."
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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"Then, with a cheeky quirk of his brows, he leaned forward and murmured, "Would it be improper of me to admit that I am inordinately flattered by your attention to the details of my face?" Anne snorted out a laugh. "Improper and ludicrous." "It is true that I have never felt quite so colorful," he said, with a clearly feigned sigh. "You are a veritable rainbow," she agreed. "I see red and . . . well, no orange and yellow, but certainly green and blue and violet." "You forgot indigo." "I did not," she said, with her very best governess voice. "I have always found it to be a foolish addition to the spectrum. Have you ever actually seen a rainbow?" "Once or twice," he replied, looking rather amused by her rant."
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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"His brows rose. "And how is it that you have come to be such an expert on scrapes and bruises?" "I'm a governess," she said. Because really, that ought to be explanation enough."
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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"This has been a perfect day," Anne said quietly. "Almost," Daniel whispered, and then she was in his arms again. He kissed her, but it was different this time. Less urgent. Less fiery. The touch of their lips was achingly soft, and maybe it didn't make her feel crazed, like she wanted to press herself against him and take him within her. Maybe instead he made her feel weightless, as if she could take his hand and float away, just as long as he never stopped kissing her. Her entire body tingled, and she stood on her tiptoes, almost waiting for the moment she left the ground. And then he broke the kiss, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead against hers. "There," he said, cradling her face in his hands. "Now it's a perfect day."
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daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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"Finally, he reached his street. It was quiet, blessedly so, and the only sound was his own groan as he lifted his foot to the first stone step at the entrance to Winstead House. The only sound, that was, until someone whispered his name. He froze. "Anne?" A figure stepped out of the shadows, trembling in the night. "Daniel," she said again, and if she said anything more, he did not hear it. He was down the stairs in an instant, and she was in his arms, and for the first time in nearly a week, the world felt steady on its axis."
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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He'd done everything in his power to make damn certain that Daniel never had to fear coming home. At that endeavor, Cameron knew he'd already surpassed his own father.
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father-and-son
daniel
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Jennifer Ashley |
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"Tea?" Daniel asked, signaling to the innkeeper. "Please. Or anything that is hot." She pulled off her gloves, pausing to frown at a little hole that was growing at the tip of her right forefinger. That wouldn't do. She needed all the dignity she could muster in that finger. Heaven knew she shook it at the girls often enough."
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anne
julia-quinn
daniel
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Julia Quinn |
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"Daniel walked as tall and strong as Ian or Mac, even Hart. "They grow up so fast," Angelo said when he reacheed Cam. Cameron glanced at him, thinking the man joking, but Angelo's dark eyes were serious. "Chilhood is gone in the wink of an eye, and then they have to be men. You Anglos are strange, sending your sons out into the world as soon as they get tall enough. My family has been together forever." "I notice you don't live with them, Angelo, so don't become sentimental. Besides my family is together. Just a bit spread out." "Rich Anglos need too much space." "That is true, but it keeps us from killing each other." --
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daniel
cameron
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Jennifer Ashley |
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"Daniel swept Ainsley into a strong hug. "I knew you'd come back. Didn't I say so? Dad!" he bellowed up the stairs as he set Ainsley on her feet. "It's Ainsley!" "He knows, lad". Mac laughed. "I think the whole county knows."
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daniel
mac
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Jennifer Ashley |
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Daniel said, his voice low. Rafe sputtered a laugh. She glowered at him, then at Corey, who'd joined them, grinning as he heard. Even Daniel had to wipe away a smile. she said. Daniel said. I said. She glared at Corey, who was cracking up behind Rafe. Derek said. Sam sighed. Daniel's roar made everyone stumble back. He climbed the steps and stopped in front of Sam. Corey said.
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insult
corey
rafe
maya
sam
daniel
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Kelley Armstrong |
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she said. Daniel winced. Corey lifted his brows. Rafe only sputtered a laugh.
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insult
corey
rafe
sam
daniel
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Kelley Armstrong |
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Daniel murmured to me. Chloe gave a soft laugh. A wry smile. The wolf growled, but she only laughed and gave him a pat, then tugged him away as we went to retrieve my clothing.
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skin-walker
human-form
derek
maya
clothing
daniel
wolf
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Kelley Armstrong |