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Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. Will you drive me mad? Scatter my wits to the wind like so much chaff? Leave me a shell of a man, broken, hollowed of brain and soul, left with merely a throbbing prick like a mindless goat? Have mercy, I plead, O siren of chatelaines and unlovely bonnets! Let my famished mouth feast upon thy sweet, sweet flesh. I am awash in yearning spunk.
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Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
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I'm sorry." She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. At the same time, she was oddly touched by his apology. "I'm sorry," he said again. Something tore quite explicitly, and she inhaled but didn't make a sound. He opened his eyes, looking stricken and hot and savage. "Oh, God, sweetheart. I promise it will be better next time." He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. "I promise." She concentrated on steadying her breath and hop..
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simondababe
the-serpent-prince
lucy
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Somehow she knew he would take a love affair very seriously indeed. Once that pinpoint focus was engaged, he would throw himself body and soul into the liaison. In the the woman he decided to take as a lover. A shiver ran through her at the thought. To be the object of such ferocious regard was an alluring prospect, but it also gave her pause.
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When you enter a room, all eyes turn to you. You blaze like a torch, lighting the darkest corners, brightening even those who thought they were already well lit. You bring joy and mirth and leave behind a glow that gives hope to those you left." "And you, Mr. Makepeace? Are you one of those who thought themselves well lit?" "I am as dark as a pit." Now he was glad her back was turned. "Even your torch will have difficulty lighting my depths..
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What of the Parliament? Or the succession of the marquessate?" "Don't you see?" He shook his head, searching for the words, he who was known for his eloquence on the floor of the House of Lords. "None of that matters. Without you, I am a shadow of a man, a wisp. Parliament, even the marquessate, can survive without me, but cannot survive without ."
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Holding her gaze, he sheathed his short sword and pulled the gauntlet off his left hand with his teeth. He held out his bare hand to her. She glanced at the proffered hand before laying her palm in his. Hot strength gripped her tightly as he pulled her upright before him, so close she would've had to move only inches to brush her lips across his throat. She watched the pulse of his blood beat there, strong and sure, before she lifted her ga..
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first-meeting
ghost-of-st-giles
maximus-batten
duke-of-midnight
hands
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She stood in profile across the green, her back straight, her stance that of some long ago warrior maiden. As he walked toward her, Miss Greaves drew back her bow briskly, aiming a tad high to account for the wind, and let her arrow fly. Before it had hit the target, she'd notched another and shot it. A third followed just as rapidly. He glanced to the target. All three of her arrows were clustered together at the center of the red circle. ..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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one can't live without falling now and again.
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life-lessons
life
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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Fear had a tendency to drive away the courtesy of civilization.
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fear
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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I'll use any means necessary -- any f*cking violence I --in order to keep you safe. Do you understand me, Eve? This isn't bloody negotiable. I will f*cking if it means it'll keep you safe.
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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Margaret in contrast held her head high, her cheeks flagged with a becoming rose color. She looked like a goddess enraged. A goddess who might, if they were alone, assault his person--the thought of which unaccountably aroused him.
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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The masculine voice was low but clear, capturing the senses, running along the back of her neck like a caress, making her shiver in delight. Artemis very much feared she was gaping. The Duke of Wakefield had a voice to make angels--or devils--weep. It wasn't the type of male voice currently admired--for the high, unnatural voice of the musico was the rage of London at the moment--but his was the sort of voice that would always seduce the ea..
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His face had gone still and for a moment her heart sank and she had to fortify herself for a battle. But then his mouth quirked (...) and she knew even before he said anything else that it was all going to be fine--more than fine. It was going to be .
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No one could hear them over the carriage wheels, yet somehow it felt right to whisper. His eyes dropped to her gaping bodice. One nipple was reddened and still moist. He averted his eyes, swallowing. His erection, silly thing, didn't know the show was over.
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godric
lord-of-darkness
megs
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She took his length gently between her hands, her arms resting on his thighs, and looked up into his face. "I'm very, very angry with you." And she opened her mouth over him."
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godric
lord-of-darkness
megs
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Never sleep anywhere but in my bed." She might have protested, but he turned her roughly so that she lay on her stomach, her cheek pressed into his pillow. He lay on top of her, his upper body braced on his arms but his hips and legs weighing her down. Trapping and holding her. "You're mine," he said, laying his cheek against hers. "Mine and no one else's."
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She slapped him, quick and hard. His head turned slightly with the blow, but other than that his only reaction was the narrowing of his eyes. Her chest was heaving as if she were running. "No! You must go to London. You must get him out. You must save my brother because if you don't, I swear upon everything I hold holy that I'll ruin both you and your illustrious name. I'll--" "Little bitch," he breathed, his face turned fiery red, and he s..
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Do you think they'll target her as well as you? Surely if you simply stay away from the gel, she'll be safe?" "But I don't propose to stay away from her," Reynaud said. "Ah." Vale stared at him for a moment, and then a wide smile spread across his face. "Like that, is it?" "That," Reynaud snarled, "is none of your business." "Indeed?" Vale was grinning like an idiot now. "Well, well, well." "What is that supposed to mean?" "I have no idea. ..
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He doesn't like making others uncomfortable." -Helen to Sophia about Alistair"
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You should leave her entirely." Caire's mouth twisted humourlessly. "I find I cannot." "Why?" St. John shook his head. "She isn't even your type." "What is my type?" St. John glanced away. They both knew well enough the kind of women Caire favoured. "There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her."
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Maximus," she whispered, all moonlight and strength. "I love you. Never forget that."
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I won't marry you," she repeated. "Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me." Anna winced. "I do wish you would stop using that word." Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. "Would you prefer swive? Tup? Dance the buttock jig?"
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words
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I found it after the soldiers came and I kept it. I don't know why because at that point I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again. But then when I uncovered it this morning, I knew... that is..." She reached out and flipped the pages of the notebook until the last page lay open in his hands. She'd written something there. He bent and read. I love you, Beast. I love you, Caliban. I love you, Apollo. I love you, Romeo. I love you, Smith. I love y..
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Overhead the moon guided him, his fair mistress, his unattainable lover.
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What do you want?" There was silence, broken only by a faint rustling. When he opened his eyes she was buttoning his banyan over her chemise. "Nothing, I think," she said to her hands. Then, "My freedom, perhaps." Freedom. He stared. What did freedom mean to such a wild creature? Did she want to be entirely quit of him? "I'll not let you go," he snapped. She glanced up at him and her look was sardonic. "Did I ask you to?" "Artemis--"
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I've never been particularly fond of the artifice of flirtation.
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Now, now," said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. "I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie." Reynaud raised his eyebrows. "You did?" "He did not," Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. "I threw him down the stairs." Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. "Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy."
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After a childhood reading fairy tales and myths, is it any wonder that when I began to write my own stories I included fairy tales? Fairy tales are storytelling at its most basic. They've been with mankind for as long as people have told stories to each other. Fairy tales speak to something intrinsic in humans--they touch our most primitive selves. How else to explain that the Cinderella story is told in nearly every society on earth? To th..
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He pulled back, his chest heaving, and looked at her angrily. "Don't start something you mean to stop." She met his gaze squarely. "I don't mean to stop." His eyes narrowed. "I cannot give you marriage." She'd known. She'd never thought he could--she would've sworn so had she been asked a minute earlier--but his blunt words were an arrow of pain piercing her heart nonetheless. She bared her teeth in a smile. "Have I asked you to?" "No." "An..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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Diana," he whispered. "My Diana."
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Maximus turned to the house, thinking. He had no idea how he would do it yet, but he meant to best her. He'd show her that he was the master, and when she'd admitted his victory... well, then he'd have her. And he'd hold her, by God. His huntress. His goddess.
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He'd forgotten, in those long years in Bedlam, through fear and grief and pain, what it was like to simply be with a pretty woman. To tease and flirt and yes, perhaps steal a kiss. He didn't know how she felt about that kiss--or if she'd let him kiss her again, but he was certainly going to try. He had lost time to make up--much of life itself to live. He'd spent four years in limbo, simply existing, while others found lovers and friends, e..
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She couldn't very well get up and leave him without causing a scene, but she dearly wanted to. "Well, then, in the interests of fairness, perhaps you ought to know, Your Grace, that I have no intention of yielding the field to you." Beside her he inclined his head a fraction of an inch. "Then en garde, Miss Greaves."
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One," he said, ticking points off on his fingers. "You are no longer a whore. Two, you wore a , you little idiot--no one will recognize you if you don't tell them your past. Three, I love you. Four, you love me. Five"--he tapped his thumb against his chin--"well, I really don't have a fifth reason, but I should think the first four are sufficient."
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Good Lord, His Grace the Ass hiding in the bushes," Apollo muttered. "Whatever are you doing here?" "Ah, Kilbourne, you've regained your voice," Wakefield drawled. "Pity, but I presume my wife is thrilled. And you are?" He looked pointedly at Montgomery."
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What are you looking for?" she asked abruptly. "It's rather rude for a gentleman to enter a lady's room without permission." "I'm not a gentleman." "Really? I thought otherwise."
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I'm not a maiden. You took that." "And I would again," he growled. "I'd steal you away and keep you in a castle far from here. Far from any other man. I'd guard you jealously and every night come to your bed and put my cock into your cunny and fuck you until dawn."
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Very well." Artemis blinked, her sweet lips parting as if she didn't believe what she'd heard. "What?" "I'll do it." He turned to go, his mind already making plans, when he felt her fingers clutch at his sleeve. "You'll take him from Bedlam?" "Yes." Perhaps his decision had already been made from the moment he'd seen tears in her eyes. He had a weakness, it seemed, a fault more terrible than any Achilles's heel: he couldn't stand the sight ..
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She pulled back and murmured, "I'm still mad at you." "Are you?" His wounded voice had descended into Stygian depths. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her jaw. "Yes." She yanked at his hair in emphasis. He grunted, but her grip didn't prevent him from lowering his mouth to hers again. He nipped at her lips and then licked at them, softening the sting. "I'll have to see what I can do to regain your good graces."
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Why?" she asked urgently. "Why me?" "Because," he murmured, "you draw me. Because you are kind but not soft. Because you cradle a desperate secret to your bosom, like a viper in your arms, and don't let go of it even as it gnaws on your very flesh. I want to pry that viper from your arms. To take that pain within myself and make it mine."
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temperance-dews
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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He bent to lay his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue lazily past her lips until she sucked on the thick length. "Are they any different?" he whispered against her mouth, "my kisses? Have they changed so much with my name?" She cracked her eyelids to look at him and murmur into the humid heat between them, "I can't tell. Perhaps you should demonstrate again." He licked at the corner of her mouth. "A scientific study, you mean?" His mouth t..
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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Dear God, what she saw in that look! How he had hidden these many years behind the guise of a simple schoolmaster, she didn't know. Anger, passion, lust, and surging hunger swirled in his stormy eyes. Emotions so stark, so strong, she didn't understand how he kept them under control. He looked as if he were about to attack her, ravish her, and conquer London and the world itself. He could've been a warrior, a statesman, a king.
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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31bad47
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Edward shot a glare at Davis that held the promise of dismemberment, mayhem, and the apocalypse.
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romance
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