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| c833472 | But then again, maybe a woman never really knew the men in her life. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2ad449e | One would not think that fish were so silly as to confuse feathers and a hook for a fly alighting on the water, but apparently fish were foolish creatures. Or perhaps they were simply very nearsighted. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 5a52898 | In Egypt, for instance, the first printing press was set up only in 1798, by Frenchmen who were part of the abortive attempt by Napoleon Bonaparte to capture the country. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 8ee7ff2 | She nudged his arm to wash under it, where his dark hair grew in a swirl. Where the scent of his masculinity was the strongest. She shouldn't find this erotic. A lady shouldn't find this erotic. And yet she did. His lifted arms made the muscles move over his ribs stand out in intriguing ridges, and she wanted- rather badly, in fact- to lean down and inhale his scent. | raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 8f78e26 | Her breath caught as she swept over his nipple with the cloth. Did he feel that? Did it feel any different from the rest of his skin? Did he feel as she did when cloth brushed over her bare nipples? She dared to peek from under her lowered eyelashes. His nostrils were flared, his eyes mere slits. And his nipple was erect now, a sharp little peak on his chest. It might've been from the cold of the water and the air. Perhaps. She washed down .. | raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| f0bc3ea | He appeared to have pushed down the coverlet and undone the first few buttons of his banyan. Sweat had pooled below his throat, just at the junction of his collarbones, and she could see a few black hairs peeking up from the black silk. They were stuck to his chest with the moisture. She'd seen this man naked. She grew warm at the thought. He was so... so... male, even lying here, unconscious and wounded. She could feel the heat rolling off.. | raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a5ee1c2 | Iris gasped. Dyemore's mouth burned. Almost his entire weight had sagged against her- and he wasn't a small man- but it was the kiss that most startled her. He... She could taste him, the wine he must've drunk this morning, the scent of smoke in his hair, drifting about her face, the heat rolling off him in thick waves. He was so overwhelmingly large, so excruciatingly masculine. She'd been married. She'd been kissed before- of course she h.. | kiss | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d871fe1 | On the night that she'd been brought here she'd had the idea that the abbey was closed in by trees. Now she could see that a little green stood on the other side of the gravel drive. Yellow flowers were in bloom here as well- a veritable carpet of them. She walked across the drive, heading toward the flowers. Daffodils. They were daffodils, thousands of them. Iris knelt in the grass and inhaled the faint perfume. A breeze passed by and all .. | daffodils iris-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 89756a6 | Would you prefer it if I'd continued to wear your shirt and banyan?" Actually he'd quite liked her wearing his clothes, both because her breasts had been unbuttoned it made something in him very, very content. The yellow dress, however, quite suited her. She seemed to glow in the candlelight, like a beacon of purity." | iris-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c8e5da4 | And then he saw her burning eyes. They gazed at him calmly and he saw in them benediction. He fell to his knees before her, pressing his face to her purple-velvet-clad-belly. "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 delight for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side." Sh.. | confession-of-love i-love-you val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 882d8c8 | Oh, Seraphine," he purred, pushing his nose close to her jaw to inhale her righteous scent. "Who do you suppose sits in Parliament? Who makes the laws, runs the government of this great and lofty nation, hmm?" She hadn't bathed this morning, he could tell, and she smelled of herself: woman, sweat, sex. He licked across her cheek, tasting salt and pure saint, to her mouth. He bit her lips. Once, twice, a third time, wanting, ." | desire scents seductive val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 721d385 | Come," he said gently, for he knew she'd been through travail. "I sought you out amongst your labors to bend my knee and plead that you leave the dust and spiders and mouse droppings to come and lounge awhile and perhaps partake of luncheon." Interestingly, she blushed. "I can't do that," she hissed under her breath. "Why not?" he asked, deeply diverted by her reaction. "The other servants." He blinked. "I assure you, I do let all my serva.. | euphemism luncheon val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 3ef278f | The English textile industry not only was the driving force behind the Industrial Revolution but also revolutionized the world economy. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 3a1cbed | I did not hear what you said, but I absolutely disagree with you. | Augustus De Morgan | ||
| e1f73e3 | The lowest steps of the ladder are as useful as the highest. | Augustus De Morgan | ||
| d23c99d | Val set Seraphine before the roaring fire, but kept his hands on her because he'd learned his lesson well... and also because he liked his hands on her. She glanced at the steaming bath and suppressed another shiver. "I should leave if you're about to take a bath." "Why?" he asked as he slipped his sadly ruined purple velvet coat from her shoulders. It had cost more than she'd probably make in a lifetime and now stank of bacon and horses, t.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2212355 | Let me help you rinse your hair." His voice had deepened and it made a shock go through her, low in her belly. He rose and crossed to where a pitcher stood on the hearth. She didn't turn, but she could hear him moving behind her, and it struck her that she'd seldom been waited upon before in her life- and never by a gentleman. "Sit a little forward." He was suddenly close. "Close your eyes and tilt your head back." The water flowed over her.. | bridget-and-val sensual-romance sexual-desire val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 0f55fa7 | He attacked her throat and she was so startled by the sudden move that she squeaked. He was laving her with his tongue, openmouthed, and she moaned, arching, wondering wildly if this was the same man who wore pink silk coats and black velvet bows. This seemed so , so animal. Not at all like the effete aristocrat she thought she knew. | bridget-crumb making-love val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d6e4c22 | And she arched, screaming, the lightning blazing from her center, sparking through her limbs, flying out her fingertips. She was incandescent. He fell atop her, heavy and male, pulling her legs up around his narrow hips, and ground down into her, once, twice. His cock jerked within her and she could feel every muscle in his body tense. He groaned into her ear like a man dying and then fell senseless and limp. And as she followed him into ex.. | making-love | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 3e81b45 | Naturally I find you surrounded by warm clouds and billowing white cloths," Val drawled in her ear, making her jump. She whirled to find him standing right behind her. He wore slate blue today, the color neatly severe on him, his curling golden hair clubbed neatly back, his azure eyes watching her alertly for any weakness. Oh, God, he'd had his on her most intimate parts last night. What had possessed her to let him do that? It was of she.. | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c6b9d38 | It's tempting. I can see why those Ottomans hide their women. If I could, I might dress you in silk- deep-red silk- and put you away where no other man might see you." She turned her head to glare at him, those dark eyes sparking. "I shouldn't like that." He smiled at her fondly, almost sadly. This woman- why did he want woman so very much? "I know." He sipped at her lips lightly- so lightly. "And yet, as I say, tempting." He caught her l.. | passionate-kiss tempting | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 33c618d | He met Caire's eyes. "I hope we can finish this soon. I left your sister in my bed." St. John swore under his breath and stepped between them, facing Val. "Are you insane?" "Many think so,." Val was watching Caire, his lips twitching. Caire hadn't moved. Only his eyes, hard and staring and trained upon Val, showed that he'd heard Val's words. Those eyes burned a bit like Seraphine's, Val mused, and he wondered if the other man truly meant t.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| ca2059d | He was covered, of course, but she knew what lay beneath the sheets- she'd seen him entirely nude at the Lords' revels. She had the image burned into her memory: a proud, thick penis, heavy sac, and curling midnight hair. If the coverlet slipped just a little bit downward, she would see the upper edge of that nest of black hair. The thought made her press her thighs together under her dress. Did he know how his body affected her? | raphael-de-chartres sexual-desire | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| bf4a9cf | She swallowed. He was covered, of course, but she knew what lay beneath the sheets- she'd seen him entirely nude at the Lords' revels. She had the image burned into her memory: a proud, thick penis, heavy sac, and curling midnight hair. If the coverlet slipped just a little bit downward, she would see the upper edge of that nest of black hair. The thought made her press her thighs together under her dress. Did he know how his body affected .. | raphael-de-chartres sexual-desire | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 2c09eee | Robert Goddard, the father of American rocket science, | Lynne McTaggart | ||
| daf334f | She leaned forward, her expression determined. "Do you mean to sleep with me tonight?" He looked at her. She was like a dog that would not leave a bone. She sat across from him in his mother's old yellow dress- the same dress she'd worn ever since he'd risen from his sickbed. He couldn't wait to clothe her in brocades and velvets. To present her with everything she deserved as his duchess. Now her rose-pink lips were pressed into a line as .. | sexual-desires | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 8518c3f | English exports, led by cotton textiles, doubled between 1780 and 1800. It was the growth in this sector that pulled ahead the whole economy. The combination of technological and organizational innovation provides the model for economic progress that transformed the economies of the world that became rich. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 4c2b357 | His nostrils flared and he couldn't wait any longer. He lifted her bodily, moving her farther up on the bed, placing her head and shoulders against the pillows, and then pushed up her chemise, crawling between her spread thighs and settling to enjoy what he'd found. . There she was, her pretty, pretty pink cunny, all coral lips and wispy dark-blond curls. He hiked her trembling legs over his arms, ignoring her gasp of shocked surprise. He g.. | iris-and-raphael passionate-lover | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d764e1d | Lie down," she said, and she couldn't recognize her voice. It sounded slow and languid and low, as if it were warm honey. She felt the place between her legs heat. He cocked his head at her, and for a moment she thought he wouldn't obey her. He seemed a god of the darkness, scarred and black haired and gray eyed. He was tall and lean but with ropes of muscles down his arms and legs. A formidable creature. A creature accustomed to wielding p.. | sexual-desire | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 4d01eb5 | The woman who'd shot him had eyes the color of the sky above the moors just after a storm: blue-gray sky after black clouds. That particular shade of blue had been one of the few things his mother had found beautiful in England. Raphael agreed. Despite the fear that shone in them, Lady Jordan's blue-gray eyes were beautiful. | eye-color gray iris-daniels stormy | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| fd9a11d | She would've sworn the cat- or kitten, for it sounded quite small- was right in front of her, but there was nothing there. She straightened and glanced at Val. His azure eyes were alight with amusement. "Phantom cats and ghostly kittens." She frowned at him. "I don't believe in ghosts." "Boring." He kissed her on the nose and, while she was still blinking in surprise, leaned down and did something to the back of the cupboard. Suddenly one o.. | kittens val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| cc0f71b | She flew in, all fiery flashing eyes and flushed cheeks, her bosom heaving beneath black wool. She was magnificent. "Tell them to let her go!" Seraphine ordered him imperiously. "Tell them to let her go ." She stood over him, her lips wet, her body shaking with her rage, and he wanted to take her and roll her beneath him and fuck her into the mattress." | feminine-beauty fury horny physical-attraction sexual-desire val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 4ee8f85 | He immediately turned to her as the carriage rocked into motion, wrapping her in his cloak and examined her. She had bruises on her shoulders and on her arms. Her wrists were bloodied- he growled under his breath as he examined them, picking away the remains of the ropes. Her plump little toes were muddied and cut and cold. He warmed them with his hands, crooning to them. She had quite a nasty bruise on her left side and he tenderly pressed.. | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 689efdc | His wide brow, his Roman nose, those too-cold eyes, and the lips that in another life- another, better world- would still have been beautiful. This man was her husband. He was intense and intelligent, arrogant and vulnerable, dark and strange. The more she found out about him, the more she thought that perhaps she might fall in love with him, Raphael de Chartres, the Duke of Dyemore. What was more, he was . And in that she would not fail. | masculine-beauty raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 49481d1 | Around back of the stables she saw a group of boys, surrounding something on the ground. As she gasped, a boy- a great big fellow, nearly as big as a man- drew back his leg and kicked. The thing on the ground yelped. "No!" Bridget shouted, but she was drowned out by a gunshot. She turned to see the Duke of Montgomery, standing in his shirt-sleeves and pink embroidered waistcoat and breeches, hip cocked, a smoking pistol held almost negligen.. | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 87cc923 | To be inclusive, economic institutions must feature secure private property, an unbiased system of law, and a provision of public services that provides a level playing field in which people can exchange and contract; it also must permit the entry of new businesses and allow people to choose their careers. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 0ab094a | A large quantity of examples is indispensable. | Augustus De Morgan | ||
| f8bf81f | Raphael walked into the breakfast room at the unfashionable hour of half past nine the next morning and kissed his aunt on her soft cheek. "Good morning, Zia." "Up at last," was her tart reply as she peered at him over her gold spectacles. The remains of Zia Lina's breakfast was already on the table, and he knew well that she'd probably been awake for over an hour. "Perhaps I've grown soft," he said, sitting across from her. Or perhaps he'd.. | raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 93c66f2 | That story I told you as we arrived? About the man who killed the former master of this castle and raped his wife? Did you think it a fairy tale? No, his blood runs in my veins. I was bred to do what I am doing now. Don't fault the viper for striking. It's what snakes do." Her lips trembled, but her eyes were dry, as if she'd already given up hope of persuading him and he did not mourn at all. . "The blood of that woman who was raped is in.. | bridget-crumb right-and-wrong | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 867a7b9 | But worse- much, worse- she'd run away herself. That was unpardonable, unforgivable, . Hit him, shame him, spit at him- anything but turn her back on him. She couldn't simply quit their game. That, was not allowed. And when he'd realized that she was out there on the stormy night moor, alone save an aristocratic lady and a goddamned bloody ... He growled beneath his breath. She stilled against him, like a rabbit under a hound's jaws, .. | provoked val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| fb50cb6 | I can't have my housekeeper rushing all about London so very agitated." " housekeeper," Lord Caire said, his head snapping alarmingly to Val. "Oh, yes, and rather more," Val drawled, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles in the most horrifying manner." | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 90a02a0 | He began on the hidden hooks to her bodice as she stood still, her breasts rising and falling tremblingly beneath his fingers. It was like undressing a wild animal. Or an angel who had consented to stand still for a moment. Any false move on his part might startle her into flight. He smiled into her eyes, aware that his cock pressed hard and hot against the placket of his breeches. Her hair had smelled of earth and her. He was almost loath .. | bridget-crumb val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c71efc4 | Will you be traveling there again? To Istanbul and Arabia and the places where they follow the Koran?" "I hope so," he said, laying aside the golden book very carefully. "The air is so hot there, warm and fragrant, the sky so blue, and the food tastes like nothing here. They have olives and dates and soft cheeses. I think you would like it, my Seraphine. You could dress in pink and gold and mahogany and lounge on silken pillows, listening t.. | sensuous val-napier world-travel | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 339401f | As she pulled the covers over her cold nose, Bridget wondered sleepily why she hadn't simply agreed to help the Duke of Kyle in whatever way she could. He was obviously working for good and Montgomery... well, he worked only for himself, didn't he? He was on the side of evil. Why hadn't she betrayed him when she was given the opportunity? She thought about the way he'd touched her- the way it had made her feel like a woman. Had she sold her.. | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt |