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some good," Randall said, opening the door for Holly. "We'll meet you in an hour. Call and order something from room service. You look" --
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and then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes.
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Anne Stuart |
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She managed to finger-comb her hair into some kind of order, though it was a little too punk for her peace of mind. Not that she'd ever minded looking punk; in fact, the cut had been designed for that effect. But right now Reno was punk enough for both of them.
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Anne Stuart |
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Betrayal was the name of the game--to get what he'd have, to use every weapon in his arsenal
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Anne Stuart |
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He reached up for his elegant neck cloth and began to unfasten it, and she watched his long, pale, bejeweled fingers in something of a daze. He pulled the cloth free, his shirt coming open, and she averted her gaze from the disturbing sight of his bare chest. She heard his laugh, and then his hands were on her once more, catching her shoulders and turning her around. "Don't worry, my pet. You won't be seeing anything that might shock you." ..
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dark-king
francis-rohan
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Your holiness!" She raised her voice, forcing herself to sound tearful and supplicatory. "If we are to die, would you let me kiss him one last time?" She half expected Taka to react to her uncharacteristic behavior, but he didn't move, didn't look at her. He was kneeling in the frozen dirt beside her, every inch of him alert, and she was probably the least of his concerns. "You want to kiss the man who tried to kill you? You are a very fool..
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She looked away, meeting Taka's dark, pitiless gaze. Silently, he mouthed something unbelievable. She was sure it was, "I love you."
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He'd reached the door, then stopped for a moment, looking back at Elinor, staring at her. "Master Francis..." Mrs. Clarke said in a warning tone. "I just wanted to take a last glance at her exquisite feet before you covered them up again. It might be a while before I see them again." "It will be never," Elinor said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't count on it, my pet. Whatever scurrilous lies Mrs. Clarke spreads about my so-called ..
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If she simply stayed in the country she would never have to see him again. Viscount Rohan was notoriously unmoved by the countryside, avoiding it at all costs. If she could just convince Lina to remove to her Dorset estate then soon or later Rohan would go abroad, and maybe he'd fall off a mountain or marry a Chinese princess or be eaten by a tiger.
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Anne Stuart |
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They had known each other for many years. Young Jacob had found his way onto a ship borne for the tropics, indentured to a pair of wealthy male planters, and he'd run away, ending up at the decaying ruins of La Briere, the plantation house of the de Malheurs. Lucien had been living there alone, the only survivor of a virulent outbreak of cholera, and the two young men, barely more than boys, had bonded together, determined to escape.
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Anne Stuart |
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Voglio toccarti, scoprire il tuo corpo, imparare come sei fatto, di cosa hai bisogno. Voglio renderti pazzo di desiderio come lo sono io. Voglio te, tutto quello che puoi darmi, tutto quello che io posso darti, e voglio che questa notte duri per sempre. Sei in grado di darmi tutto questo?
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One of the footmen appeared, with Willis, his servant from a lifetime ago, on the other side of what was undoubtedly female and undoubtedly not one of the prostitutes imported from the city. This going to be entertaining. He leaned back in his chair and gestured them closer, waiting as they approached, waiting as Reading stood in the background watching him. "What have we got here, Willis?" he asked in his mildest voice. It was too much t..
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The child in the middle of the room was glaring at him, for child she was, no matter what her advanced years. She was a virgin, untouched, unkissed, innocent and angry, and he was prepared to enjoy himself immensely. "So tell me, little one. What really brought you here?"
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young-woman
virgin
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Anne Stuart |
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And of course she had no idea what the actual member itself looked like, apart from the sisters' surreptitious and intense study of the Elgin Marbles. If it were rather like a piece of liver in texture then it might do well with bacon. That was when she realized the appalling absurdity of what she was doing, coming up with a menu for raw . . . raw cock, that's what the stable lads had called it.
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Anne Stuart |
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The King of Hell was everything they said he was, both less and more. He was reputed to have the ability to seduce an abbess or the pope himself, and she could see why. It wasn't his physical beauty, which was considerable. He had dark blue eyes behind a fringe of ridiculously long lashes, pale, beautiful skin, the kind of mouth that could bring despair and delight- and what the hell was she doing, thinking about such things? He looked youn..
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francis-rohan
masculine-beauty
seducer
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At least it was dark. His eyes drifted down over her body, the ripe curves in the moonlight, and a dreamy expression crossed his face, just before he leaned forward and put his mouth against the side of her neck, tasting her hammering pulse.
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He half expected another argument. A struggle of some sort. Again, a surprise. She made that soft, hungry sound that had already emblazoned itself in his senses, she put her hands on his shoulders, and she kissed him back, her tongue sliding against his.
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Anne Stuart |
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a683196
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One shouldn't lust after an innocent.
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Anne Stuart |
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I'll see you in hell." "Ah, but you'll be there first, my dear. Move."
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