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Richard ground his jaw. "I am not having this conversation right now," he growled, standing. "Watch your bloody movie and stay in the house until we get all the paperwork filed and put out a press release." Halfway to the door, a pillow hit him squarely between the shoulder blades. Richard froze. "You didn't just do that," he said, still unmoving. "The next thing I throw is going to hurt." He turned around. "What are you, five?" "Maybe. You..
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Are you doing reporting for the Enquirer now, Patricia?" "Oh, please. It's a perfectly logical question." "Hey, Patty," Sam called in a carrying voice, "can you call back? We're right in the middle of having sex." Patricia gasped. "That woman is the most--" Richard hung up the phone. "You really shouldn't antagonize her like that," he said mildly, leaning down to finish their kiss. "She started it. And I still don't know why she hates me so..
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Hola." "How hungry are you?" "I'm actually already eyeing a pizza place," Samantha's smooth voice came. "How long do you think you'll be?" "Too long. I think I'm going to order in." "Don't forget to feed your minions." He smiled. "Yes, love. I've already told them to find some crumbs. I'll see you in a few hours." That was his Sam, professional criminal and champion to overworked office staff everywhere. "Okay." She paused. "How's it going ..
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If Cosgrove means to play games, then so do I. I will marry him because I must, but I shall not be a lamb- or a cow- led to the slaughter. If he intends to destroy my spirit, he will find it a difficult task. I am not some fly whose wings he can pull off and then step on. I'm... I'm a bee, and I shall sting him back.
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Not that I mind this in the least," he said quietly, reluctant to give up the intimacy but worried enough that he had to ask, "but is something troubling you, Sam?" Her breath caught, then began again. Slowly she nodded against his chest. Christ. Okay, it was bad. Calculating how hard he should push and how she would react, he decided to cajole her into talking. "You're not sick, are you?" "No," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt..
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Another thought abruptly occurred to her. "You promised me some ex-girlfriends at the Everglades Club, and Patty showed up. So how many of those actresses and models you've left strewn in your wake will be around?" His jaw twitched. "Some, probably. They can't resist seeing me in my polo uniform. But how many former girlfriends must one have before they can said to be strewn?" "The exact number that you have," she retorted. She'd seen photo..
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Raspberry iced tea for Irving, water for Tom, a soda for me, and Hans insisted that I bring Mr.
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Okay, that's enough teasing, buddy," she moaned, writhing against him. "I want the main course." "I'm not through with the appetizer," he returned, lifting her onto the edge of the table and pulling her panties down in the same motion. He flung them somewhere over his shoulder. "Hey! I've lost track of the number of pairs of underwear I've lost since I met you," she protested in a voice thick with passion and amusement. "I'll buy you a stor..
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As Phin eyed his friend, Alyse handed him a pair of trousers. With a grateful glance at her, he tossed the pistol onto the bed and shrugged into them. Evidently she'd grabbed the sheet as she fled the bed, because her slender figure was securely swathed in gold. A very good thing for all of them, considering the way Bram was eyeing her. "It's part three o'clock in the morning, Bram," he said finally. "What's happened that couldn't wait anot..
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Returning to her position beneath the skylight, she yanked her arm down. The end of a length of rope tumbled into the room. "Oh, Mr. Addison. I never give something for nothing." He found that he wasn't quite ready for her to leave. "Perhaps we could negotiate." She released the rope, approaching him with a walk that looked half Catwoman and all sexy. "I already suggested that, and you turned me down. But be careful. Somebody wants you dead..
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Taken as a whole, men are idiots and fools. They want what they cannot have, and fear what they do have has been gotten too cheaply to be valuable.
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Smiles can be deadlier than pistols, if used correctly.
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What did he do?" he murmured. "He said something about if his words didn't put me in my place, he would find something that would. And then he slapped me." Bram abruptly regretted not making use of the knife he'd carried in his boot to the Hampton soiree. He could understand Cosgrove desiring her and wanting to control her. But to strike her... Bram was accustomed to being angry; he'd spent most of the past ten years in varying states of it..
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Can I look at my feet now?" "No. A bird never looks at its wings while it's flying. If it did, it would realize it's doing something utterly impossible, and fall to the ground." --
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At times Valentine wasn't sure whether he kept Matthews about because of his supreme unctuousness or because he had half a suspicion the valet was trying to kill him.
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romance
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They certainly seem enthusiastic, don't they?" Rick observed, coming up to lean against the window frame beside her. "What exactly did you say to them when you signed the contract?" "Only something about how much value I place on people adhering to the schedule they agree on." "You didn't bare your teeth or anything?" "Only in a smile." "Nice."
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tantalus was locked, but just as Phin braced himself
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Are you really dating Rick Addison?" the darkest-haired of the girls, Emma, asked. "I am." "Awesome." "Pause the game, Haley," Livia instructed. "We need to pay Sam, and then she's going to help get Anatomy Man back." Great. Now she could rob piggy banks. "You don't need to pay me. We'll call it a family courtesy."
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You're back early. And high marks on the sneaking." "Thanks. There wasn't much traffic, up in the sky like I was." He made a flying gesture with his hands. "Smart-ass."
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That evil mojo thing was in my pocket, though, wasn't it?" she demanded. If it hadn't been, she was just plain-and-simple cursed."
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toward them, a
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The man's a twit." "I love when you get all British." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm always all British"
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And yes, come to the press preview. That way if anything goes wrong, I can throw you to the paparazzi while I make my escape.
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How many times do I have to tell you that I'm a big girl, Addison? Help your ex. Do your good deed. Go to London for your meeting, or do your negotiating here. I'll let you know if I need your help with friendly questions from the cop." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Unless you and Patricia are planning to move back in together or something first. Have you chosen your china?" "Don't be an idiot." "Hey, you married her. I didn't."
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Her smile joined his, her thoughtful green eyes studying his face. "Do you know what I want to do right now?" Rick placed the cloth napkin across his lap. He should have asked for a less conspicuous table. "Tell me." Samantha picked up a bread stick, examined it for a moment, then slowly licked the length of it. "Mm, salty goodness," she murmured. "Christ. Cease and desist before I split my zipper." "Oh, then I would have to sit on your lap..
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anything.
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Keating can be somewhat liberal with the profanity, so I shall substitute the word 'albatross' where necessary, and you may read that part privately later.
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So, Inspector," he interrupted, and took a drink of champagne, "have you been enjoying your stay here?" "Yes. Yes, I have. You--" "And do you believe that I could steer your law enforcement career in a direction you might not find entirely agreeable?" Larson's face reddened. "The--well, I have a job t--" "With that in mind," Richard continued, ignoring the attempts at an explanation he had no interest in hearing, anyway, "I sugg..
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What are you doing, terrorizing the virgins?
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In some African tribes, this would make us married," a dry male voice returned. Angel looked up. His arms reflexively gripping her waist, a tall, lean man with windswept black hair looked down at her with amused emerald eyes. "In others, it would mean we're being prepared for supper"
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Speaking of which," he said, unable to help his abrupt smile, "I had John Stillwell track down an item for me during his Los Angeles trip." "A bottle of Botox?" "It's behind your seat. Another anniversary present, I suppose." "Okay," she said slowly, and undid her seat belt to lean around behind her seat. "Oh...my...God." She giggled. Actually giggled, as she freed the clear-plastic fronted box. "He roars, and walks with the remote control...
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I don't know whether Bancroft has mentioned it or not, but I have made him what I consider to be a rather generous offer for Forton Hall.' 'Bravo!' Stephen applauded ... 'Our traveler may begin traveling.' ... 'A toast then,' [Quin] said ... 'to interesting possibilities.' 'To interesting possibilities,' Felicity repeated in unison with the others
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I don't know why I'm still here. All right? And I'd just like to figure it out before I go.
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Felicity glanced at him, then looked out toward the lane again. 'Why did you hit Mr. Fields?' That was a question he preferred not to answer until he'd thought his motivations over more thoroughly - yet he was familiar enough with Lis to know she'd insist on an answer. 'He...insinuated some things I didn't appreciate.' 'Some things that were true, perhaps?' ... 'Yes.' 'Then why-' 'If he knew me, or cared in the least, he wouldn't have said..
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What sort of agreement?' 'A truth for a truth, a secret for a secret, until you feel that you hold enough of my life in your hands to trust me with yours.
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We are not a couple,' she said softly. 'Therefore I cannot cuckold you.' 'Shall I pull out the note and point to the bit where it says we're lovers?' Her lashes lowered a touch. 'Are you jealous, darling?' 'Sleep with whomever you please, Diane. But if you attempt to make me look the fool, I won't be so cooperative.' Even as he spoke the words he realized he was lying - which wasn't that unusual, except for the fact that he'd evidently been..
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Call me Maximilian.' A sheep farmer. He's a sheep farmer, she reminded herself fiercely. One who lived in Yorkshire, of all places. 'Very well, Maximilian,' she said.
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Lady Anne Bishop, he was coming to realize to his growing delight, was far more complex than he'd anticipated. Each moment the plans he'd worked out to win her needed to be modified and adapted as he learned something new about her.
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What's so ludicrous about Rafael wanting to travel?' 'He has a life here. He's a Bancroft, for God's sake.' 'I believe he thinks he's already explored that aspect of his life to death, Quinlan.
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Felicity grabbed onto a broken roof beam for support. It was strange, standing in the middle of where the drawing room used to be, and seeing her broken bedchamber furniture occupying the same space. She wanted to cry every time she looked at the rubble, but weeping wouldn't help her dig out her jewelry box or the books piled in the wreck of the library.
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No doubt you think me a complete fool.' Finally he was making some sense. Felicity smiled. 'Not a fool, Rafe. Simply overwhelmed by unexpected circumstances.
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Heaven help them all if that man was solely responsible for educating his brothers--though that did explain everyone's liberal profanity.
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You weren't supposed to pay for our supplies.' ... 'I was hungry, and I didn't want to be bashed on the head by Mrs. Denwortle.' ... Her lips twitched into a half grin, nearly as compelling as the blinding smile that had convinced him to scale the walls and fortify the roof of the estate. Swiftly she ran her eyes up and down his historically clothed form, and the color in her cheeks deepened. 'You are our guest.' So the other party was inte..
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You have business here?' the gruff voice asked. Rafe didn't relish the thought of a musket ball piercing his heart. His mother, and scads of London ladies, would be terribly upset.
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