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However,he also found himself constantly stalked by marriage-minded mamas and their braying daughters, and, frankly, while he'd thought it rather amusing in a twisted way when he'd been poor and knew they were getting no bargain, Daniel now found it vastly annoying. He was more than a stallion for stud with a bag of gold between his legs. And as entertaining as Suzette was, he didn't appreciate her interest in him being based only on his we..
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I suppose it means that I will be free to travel with my maid, or to live in the country while you are in town, or I may live in town while you are in the country if I wish. I mean if I find your company...er...unpleasant." "I see," Daniel said dryly. "And if we are always apart, how exactly are we to gain heirs?" "Oh." Suzette flushed. "Well, I suppose we could arrange for occasional visits for...er...procreative purposes." "Occasional vis..
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They'd managed to make it through the room without waking the maid, and all the way to the top of the stairs before the next problem had arisen in the form of the women returning from the ball and entering the foyer below. In a panic, Daniel and Richard had rushed back along the upper hall, and then ducked into this room to wait for the way to be clear. "We'd best move while we have the chance," Richard said behind him. "Once they have Chr..
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Is this true?" Suzette asked, sounding like a suspicious nanny. It was a tone Daniel had heard often as a child, though from his mother, not a nanny. They hadn't been able to afford a nanny. Oddly enough, he suddenly found himself imagining Suzette as that nonexistent nanny, though really the gown he pictured her in as that nanny was nothing a respectable nanny would wear and covered less than it revealed as she approached him in his mind w..
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Life was too damned short to constantly push your own desires down and always do what others wanted. On
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Oh, ta ra," Clarissa said lightly. "In retrospect I suppose it is all rather funny--though I doubt that Lydia would agree." Adrian's humor ended there, and he arched one eyebrow in displeasure, though she could not see it. "Forgive me for saying so, my lady, but your stepmother sounds to be a rather nasty old cow." "Oh!" Clarissa said, dismayed. "Oh, you must not say that. Ever." "Why not?" he asked with careless amusement. "I am not afr..
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What?" Clarissa glanced blankly at the dark blur beside her. "Keep your eyes closed, and you will not lose your balance," the man suggested, and she saw his hand move closer to her. He was offering it so that she would rise. Clarissa opened her mouth to refuse, then paused as his hand suddenly enclosed hers, sending a shock of sensation racing up her arm. It was such an odd feeling--excitement, wild excitement--coursing across her flesh. ..
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How you convince her to remarry you?" Tomas asked curiously, drawing Radcliffe from his thoughts. Making a face, he admitted, "I had to draw up a contract stating that I would never again condescend to her. That I would discuss business with her on a daily basis were she interested, and..." "And?" He sighed unhappily. "And that I would take her to my club dressed as a man." Tomas gave a start. "What?" "Shh," Radcliffe cautioned, glancing ..
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Love is love and shouldn't upset anyone. So what else are they thinking about when they get upset at your partner preferences?" she asked reasonably, and then answered the question herself. "Their minds are in your pants and on what you do. And while they're welcome to bury their brain in their own pants, they have no business in yours."
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I hardly think my berating you wildly when I arrived at the hotel was subtle behavior." "No?" Thomas grinned. "You berated me in Portuguese. For all I knew you were telling me I was the sexiest thing you'd seen in your life." "In your dreams," Inez chuckled."
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Regret and guilt are useless emotions that hold ye in a past that's already gone . . . and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that allowing yerself to be dragged down by the past helps no one. It jest keeps ye from ha'ing both feet in the present where ye should be.
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Sitting in a van twiddling my thumbs while you bone up is one thing, but attacking her? No way." "Bone up?" Cale asked uncertainly. "Get a boner," the man explained, and then added, "Or an erection to those of us too damned old to know modern lingo... not to mention be able to judge character anymore."
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So, you like him and find him handsome and he has fine ... parts," she said delicately, then added, "I am sure I heard a but in there however?" "Aye." Seonaid sighed, then admitted Blake's fault. "He has a huge cock."
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You're very lucky. Bastien is a wonderful man. Smart, hardworking, nice, and a perfect gentleman, he'll--" "Kate," Terri interrupted. "We're going to the museum. It isn't necessarily a date. The man's just being a good host until you get back." "Uh-huh." Her cousin didn't sound convinced. "Have fun. I know you will. And tell him hello from us. We'll call again in the next couple of days to see how the romance is progressing." "There's no ro..
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When their brother-in-law turned toward them at the sound,Lisa breathed with horror, "But you're dead." Her head swiveled to Christiana. "Wasn't he dead, Chrissy? We packed ice around him and everything." "The ice must have revived his cold dead heart," Suzette said, anger helping her recover quickly from her shock. Glaring at the man, she added a dry but heartfelt, "More's the pity." If Dicky looked surprised by her comments, Christiana lo..
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You might consider letting us go and minding your own business...or else I shall be forced to stomp on your foot, sir." "My lord," he corrected, sounding amused at her threat. "Daniel, Lord Woodrow."
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Life isn't always easy, Lissianna. It's full of tough decisions and heartache, and things don't always work out the way we hoped. Life just doesn't come with guarantees. And while it's true that sometimes, by avoiding taking a chance on people, we can avoid some heartache, we might also miss out on the best times of our life. Don't be afraid to love.
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Greg accepted this with some incredulity, then his eyes widened at the ramifications of what she was saying. "Then, I'm birthday gift?" She nodded slowly, then tilted her head, and said, "That's an odd smile. What are you thinking?" Greg was thinking he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive as his mind automatically readjusted his earlier imaginings of a large, ugly woman stripping and climbing on top of him, to this woman doing so. He ..
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And Vincent was standing by the editor, glancing from him to Terri as if trying to decide who would make the tastier snack. Bastien wasn't surprised when his gaze settled on Terri. "Bastien, I could use a bite," his cousin announced as if on cue. "It was a long flight." "You will eat out, thank you," Bastien said firmly. "Okay," Vinny agreed easily--too easily, Bastien thought. And he wasn't surprised when his cousin turned to Terri and ask..
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As much as I would enjoy such rumors spreading around about my . . . er . . . virility, ye probably, definitely, shouldn't say it to the other ladies," he decided. Evina nodded, but said, "Too late." "What?" he asked, aghast. Evina scowled at his dismay. "Well, what the devil do ye think we women talk about when ye men aren't around? The weather?"
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Teeth retracting, Lissianna pulled free of Greg Hewitt's neck and glanced guiltily over her shoulder. The sight of Thomas and her mother staring at her wide-eyed from the doorway was enough to make her stand quickly, her hands moving to straighten her clothes and hair. "I cannot believe this!" Marguerite stomped into the room. "Sneaking around and unwrapping your gifts before your birthday like you're twelve instead of two hundred! What we..
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Marguerite sighed, some of her tension leaving. "Yes, well he appears to have a strong mind." Lissianna nodded. "I noticed. I couldn't get into his thoughts to calm him. Not at all. That's why I was feeding on him. I thought it might allow me to merge with his mind and soothe him," Lissianna explained. "That seems to have worked well," Thomas commented with amusement. "Although I wouldn't say he was soothed exactly." Lissianna followed h..
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Anders took the phone, but his attention was on the computer on his lap. It had gone into standby mode. As he waited impatiently for it to start up again, he muttered, "I should have told her." "Told who what?" Mortimer asked, distractedly. "Valerie, I should have told her I love her. But I figured she'd think it was too soon and--" He didn't bother finishing." --
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One of the things Lissianna had learned through the centuries was that there was nothing more dangerous than a zealot.
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So? When do you want to be turned?" "I didn't agree to turn," Valerie squawked with amazement. "You haven't, but you will," he said with a shrug. "What makes you think that?" she asked warily. "Because if you don't, I'm going to have to wipe your memories and have you returned to your life and neither of us wants that," he said simply. "Anders said I could have time to decide," Valerie protested, and then frowned and added, "And what do you..
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Really. It's plain for anyone to see that he cares for you. His eyes rarely leave you and he's terribly attentive. I'm positive he's in love with you, Terri.
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Oh God!" Leigh cried out with pain, and then snapped bitterly, "Why do we women have to have the babies? Men should have them. What did we ever do to deserve this?" "Eve ate the apple," Justin responded, braking and shifting the van into park. "Shut up, Justin, or I swear I'll shove an apple up your--" "Ow, ow, ow," Valerie cried out as Leigh nearly pulverized the bones in her fingers. "Sorry," Leigh muttered, releasing her fingers. "I was ..
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He was a firm believer in that old saying, a skunk smells it own hole first.
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Wife?" Annabel glanced around the room before turning back to him and saying with surprise, "Oh, you mean me." For some reason that seemed funny to her and she found herself giggling again. "How do you feel?" he asked, eyeing her closely. "Like I have to pee," she answered, and then slapped a hand over her mouth with dismay, only to tear it away and mutter, "Damn, I said it," which was followed quickly by an alarmed, "Oh damn, I said damn."..
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For God's sake, Anders, your pacing is driving me wild," Leigh said with exasperation. "Sit down." Anders paused with surprise and turned to peer at the brunette curled up in the corner of the couch with a book in her hands. "I'm not pacing, I'm . . ." She arched her eyebrows, waiting, and he sighed. "Pacing," he acknowledged and sank onto the nearest chair. He rested his elbows on his spread knees, allowing his hands to dangle between them..
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She drawled, "I think I'd really like to see that gun of yours later."
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If this is a dream, why aren't I young and handsome for you?" "You are young and handsome to me," she said huskily, and reached up to slip one hand around his neck. "I like you just the way you are. I find you sexy just as you are. I want you just as your are."
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Anders turned to peer at her and hesitated. He wanted to kiss her. More out of curiosity than any great desire. The more he got to know this woman, the more he liked her. He admired her courage and strength, and was impressed by how well she'd trained her dog. The loyalty the animal showed her mistress spoke well. And so far, he liked everything about her. But he wasn't lusting after her, and wanted to know if kissing her would bring on the..
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I would rather have you alive and immortal and not with me, than dead and never mine,
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Ye ha'e to laugh at life's trials. It makes them lighter to carry.
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You can quit pretending. She's outside." Anders glanced up innocently from the book. "What makes you think I was pretending?" "Well, it's that or you've taken a sudden interest in The Joy of Pregnancy," she said dryly, retrieving the suntan lotion from a kitchen drawer. Anders flipped the book over with dismay to stare at the cover. It was indeed The Joy of Pregnancy. Closing the drawer, Leigh added, "And you were reading it upside down." C..
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His gaze slid over Valerie, noting that her hair was nearly dry and now fell in soft, golden waves around her face. Her clean face, he noted. Anders hadn't seen Valerie since delivering her to the Enforcer house. The dirt that had covered her then had hidden what he now saw were very fine features. The woman had incredible eyes: wide, almost emerald green, with long thick lashes surrounding them. She had a pert nose and lips that were lovel..
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If she couldn't accept that vampires existed, he'd never convince her to be his life mate.
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The bathroom was last, and Valerie was very aware that Anders was standing a foot away, waiting patiently. She would have liked to ask him to leave, but she was a grown-up, he was a grown-up and old enough to know about the physiology of the female body, so she took a deep breath, knelt to open the cupboard under the sink and pulled out tampons and pads. Her period should come in the next week or so and she didn't know how long she'd have t..
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