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ed79222
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You are different." She lifted a hand to delicately trace his hairline. He closed his eyes, feeling her fingers tremble against his skin. "For whatever reason," she said softly, "when you are with me, you are simply Isaac and I am Coral."
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ice-princess
elizabeth-hoyt
issac
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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1f3f875
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This was madness; this was delirium.
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thief-of-shadows
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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2b9613a
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He built a tower to try and be closer to her and walled himself inside." She stared at him for a moment as if waiting for something. "And?" He glanced at her, puzzled. "And, what?" She widened her eyes. "How does the story end? Did the sorcerer win his Moon Maiden?" "Of course not," he said irritably. "She lived on the and was quite unattainable. I suppose he must've starved or pined away or fallen off the wall at some point."
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humor
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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c6e3441
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To fight demons, one must assume the guise of a demon
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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41a9924
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Melisande blinked rapidly, then looked back to the little box with garnet earrings. Her ears weren't even pierced. She touched one of the garnets with a fingertip and wondered if he'd ever looked-really looked- at her at all.
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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89e3b96
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He sat and looked at her. "How is Mary Darling?" "Fast asleep after playing and having a bath," she said. "The nursery is lovely." "I'm glad you like it." "Rose and Annie are obviously practiced nursemaids, and what is even better, they seem to like Mary, and she them." He grunted. "It would take a hard heart to turn away from my Mary Darling." A smile curved the corners of her lips. "You didn't seem too enamored of her when you first met."..
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silence
scandalous-desires
mickey
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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f09e396
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I must be getting back to my rooms," Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. "Why?" "Because of Mary Darling." He shrugged. "One o' the maids is watchin' her." "But if Mary wakes she'll want me." "Why?" he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn't to his fancy, but sparring with her was. "Because," she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, "she's only a baby and she loves me." "Babies," Mic..
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silence
scandalous-desires
mickey
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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aaa025f
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My darling Lucy." He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. "I love you," he whispered. "Don't ever leave me."
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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403b7f0
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Who are you?" Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. "Do I even know who you are?" He stepped over Walker's battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. "I am your husband, my lady." She turned her face away from him. He shook her. "The one you promised to obey always." "Simon--" "The one you said you'd cleave to, forsaking all others." "I--" "The ..
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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44290a3
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He lowered his head and beat, fists balled, teeth clenched, the roaring in his ears loud and total. He saw only Thomas's bloody face, his brother's mouth moving, saying something, perhaps pleading, and Griffin's heart swelled with gleeful rage. He'd touched her. He'd hurt her. And for that he deserved to walk upon crippled legs.
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notoious-pleasures
griffinlordsexy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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cfa660f
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And how closely related to you is Cousin Beatrice?" Reynaud gave him a look. "Not that close. "Glad to hear it." Vale dropped into a cushioned chair. "I hope she recovers fully so that you can then propose to her. Because I tell you now, matrimony truly is a blessed state, enjoyed by all men of good sense and halfway adequate bedroom skills." "Thank you for that edifying thought," Reynaud growled. Vale waved his glass. "Think nothing of it...
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reynaud
to-desire-a-devil
vale
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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a3a7b29
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A mother never abandons her child, even when he seems to want it
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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31c7863
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When you've tired of me," she said softly, precisely, "Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me." "I'll never tire of you," he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth. "Then prove it." He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled and died... he'd been on the rack too long for a penance he wasn't sure he could ever entirely pay. "You know..
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love
choices
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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5694dac
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Have you ever noticed that once you have had a tasted of certain sweets- raspberry trifle is my own despair- it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to until you have taken another bite?
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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22a6217
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But Sir Alistair's gaze was different. Those other men had looked at her with lust or speculation or crass curiosity, but they hadn't been looking at her really. They'd been looking at what she represented to them: physical love or a valuable prize or an object to be gawked at. When Sir Alistair stared at her, well, he was looking at her.
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identity
love
superficiality
depth
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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29bd029
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He was aware, suddenly, of the chill condensing clammily on his skin, the smell of damp cobblestones, of the very air flowing in and out of his lings. But most of all he was aware of the woman, this woman, woman, standing so proudly, waiting patiently for him, only him. He walked toward her and knew with every fiber of his being that he walked to life itself.
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love
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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1e474cd
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He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. "Megs?" Oh, right. She still hadn't told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious. "I love you," she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion."
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love
megs
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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f9495bf
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He went to stand next to the bed and even though the room was unlit, he could make out, faintly, her slight form beneath the covers. The sight somehow calmed his soul. She lay in his bed, in his house, and no matter what bargain she thought she'd made with him, he knew the truth. He had no plans to let her go--ever.
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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dfb71a6
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Lazarus had never thought of himself as lovable. Therefore it should come as no shock at all that Temperance did not, in fact, love him. No, not a shock... but it would have been nice had she had some small feeling for him. Lazarus pondered his own sickening craving as he guided his black gelding through the London morning throng the day after he'd walked out on Temperance. It appeared that his own nascent emotions had provoked a new desire..
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lazarussgextraordinaire
wicked-intensions
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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d6c84de
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There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. "Forgive me," he whispered as he set the candle down. "I could not stay away."
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winter
isabel
thief-of-shadows
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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4b6045a
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She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again. He tore his mouth from hers. "Wait." "No." She looked him frankly in the eyes. "I don't care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now." His beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. "You'll not always hold the reins, my lady." She smiled sweetly. "Naturally not, but I do now."
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winter
isabel
thief-of-shadows
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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b0c6427
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I'll not miss a whit of it. Gold nor silks nor fancy books and statues. I can live without them all. What I cannot live without is one Silence Rivers. I love you, my wife." "And I love you, my husband. I look forward to being just plain Mrs. Rivers, I do." She leaned back and whispered in his ear, "But perhaps you can still be Charming Mickey O'Connor the notorious pirate--in our bedroom." He winked at her as he bent to catch her lips. "Oh,..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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8ce6e06
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It might've been my fichu." -Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble."
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paticia
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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09f2908
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Do you think you love that fellow?" "I don't know." She closed her eyes, but the tears overflowed nevertheless. "All I know is that he opened a door into a whole new world I never even knew existed. I've stepped through that door, and I cant return. (...) Its like being blind from birth and then one day suddenly being able to see. And not just see, but to witness the sun rising in all her glory across the azure sky. The dusky lavenders and ..
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simon
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elizabeth hoyt |
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a74e06e
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I think that its out very differences that make us a perfect match," he said, and his jaw moved under his fingertips. "You'd die of boredom with Thomas within a year. If I found a lady with a temper similar to mine, we'd tear each other apart within months. You and I, though, we're like bread and butter." She snorted. "That's romantic." "Hush," he said, his voice quivering with laughter, but also with an undertone of gravity. She cradled hi..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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77bf857
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Somewhere, at some indefinable point, he'd crossed a bridge and the bridge had crumbled behind him. There was no going back. He cared for Lady Phoebe Batten more than anything else in life. More than his family. More than his honor. More than his freedom, should it come to that. Bringing her joy was worth more than any amount of money. He knew--without doubt, without fear--that he would kill for her. That he would die for her. It was almost..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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39d675a
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He grinned, but a bead of sweat ran down his temple. "Then with your permission."
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harryakathehunk
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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bd74fc3
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Have you asked the question yet? I'm rather good at it, if I do say to myself. I got three different ladies to agree to marry me while you were gone. Did you know? Some didn't actually make it to the alter, but that's another problem altogether. Perhaps you'd like some pointers on-
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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aa18383
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She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr. O'Connor's voice. Why should a man already devilishly handsome also have a voice that could charm birds from the sky? It simply wasn't fair.
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silence
scandalous-desires
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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458ca3e
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Ye know as well as I that I lost whatever heart I once had long ago," Mick replied without emotion, a simple statement of fact. "If the babe lives, or if she dies, it makes no difference to me. I'll still eat sweetmeats on the morrow and taste the sugar on me tongue, still f*ck women and feel the pleasure in me bollocks. And, Charlie--mark me well, now--I'll still kill ye and laugh in yer ugly face as I do it."
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scandalous-desires
mickey
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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b5b53b3
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For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move. And then she realized that the angel's song hadn't stopped on her waking. Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming from the half-open door to Mickey O'Connor's room.
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silence
scandalous-desires
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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edf1efb
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Sir?" "Yes" "Where do you go at night?" Winter paused and glanced over his shoulder. Joseph was watching him with perceptive eyes for one so young. In that instant, Winter grew tired of lies. "I right wrongs." He expect more questions--Joseph was usually full of them and his answer was too obscure--but the boy merely nodded. "Will you teach me how sometime?" Winter's eyes widened. Teach him to...? His mind instantly balked at the thought o..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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66c76c9
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He grinned, looking not a little wicked. "Have you looked at my books? Glanced at my titles? Fondled my spines?"
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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487ef2a
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You're after my sister's money." "You see no other reason for me to seek the company of Lady Georgina?" "I--" "I wonder if you realize how close you are to insulting lady," Harry said."
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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fce7b3a
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I love you, Godric St. John, and now I'm breaking my word. I will not leave you. You may either come with me to Laurelwood or I'll stay here with you in your musty old house in London and drive you mad with all my talking and relatives and... and exotic sexual positions until you break down and love me back, for I'm warning you that I'm not giving up until you love me and we're a happy family with dozens of children.
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love
megs
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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0b76cac
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Now, then, young lady. Which of these gentlemen will you marry?" "This one." She squeezed [his] arm. The vicar inspected [him] and sniffed. "Doesnt look that much different from the other one." "Nevertheless"- she fought to remain sober-faced- "this is the man I want."
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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606ec78
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You've used me to punish yourself, haven't you?" He watched dawning realization spread over her face, a confirmation more positive than anything she could ever say, and that arrow twisted deep in his chest. Yet still he had to ask the last question. "Am I anything to you but a punishment?"
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lazarussgextraordinaire
wicked-intensions
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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99fa064
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It took a moment to recognize Timothy... her first love. There had been a time when the mere sight of his handsome face had made her catch her breath. It had taken her years to recover from losing Timothy. Now the pain of his loss was muted and somehow apart from her, as if a broken engagement had happened to some other young, naive girl. She looked at him, and all she could think was, Thank Goodness. Thank goodness she's escaped marrying h..
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getting-over-lost-love
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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0d49fc3
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She caught his wrist, stilling the hand on her thigh. Her eyes were a little desperate. "What do you mean to do?" "I'd like to show you my way of making love," he said gently."
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ice-princess
elizabeth-hoyt
issac
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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c59efcc
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Mickey cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back against the wall. His c*ck still beat angrily against his clothing. Once he would've simply sent for a whore. Now that thought was oddly unsatisfying. He could have a willing woman, a woman who would do anything he might request of her, even the most exotic acts of sex, but instead his flesh wanted just one woman. A woman who was as fierce in her maternal love as he had been as a bo..
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scandalous-desires
mickey
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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e3db4ef
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She heard him close the door. "I was going to impress you with my romantic eloquence, of course. I'd thought to wax philosophical about the beauty of your brow." Lucy blinked. "My brow?" "Mmm. Have I told you that your brow intimidates me?" She felt his warmth at her back as he moved behind her, but he didn't touch her. "It's so smooth and white and broad, and ends with your straight, knowing eyebrows, like a statue of Athena pronouncing ju..
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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7078b2f
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Take it," he growled. "Let me give you this at least."
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griffinlordsexy
notorious-pleasures
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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060c9e5
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His eyes were dark, dangerous, and not at all cold. He burned with an internal inferno she wanted to touch. She stared into the gaze of a tiger and knew, even as she watched the cat retreat into the camouflage of a gentleman: The Duke of Wakefield was the Ghost of St. Giles.
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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7758d5e
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Behave, Miss Greaves," he murmured under his breath, his voice husky and deep. "Fine words for a man who runs about St. Giles at night in a mask," she whispered. He frowned, glancing around. "Hush."
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Elizabeth Hoyt |