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| 4648694 | She climbed into the carriage and sat down across from the other lady. Pip hopped inside. Miss Royle smiled down at the terrier. "Oh, what a sweet little dog!" Pip wagged his tail and placed his front paws on Miss Royle's skirts for a pat and Bridget began to suspect he was a flirt." | dog hippolyta-royle pip terrier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| fe82cfd | You are a brave woman." Miss Royle shook her head. "And he is truly a wicked man." "Yes, he is," Bridget replied. Unfortunately, Val's wickedness no longer seemed to be a deterrent to her. Probably that should concern her. She made her farewells and departed the carriage as circumspectly as she'd entered it, but as she made her way back to Hermes House, Pip by her side, she finally acknowledged it to herself. Wicked or not, vain or not, .. | falling-in-love val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| d0e5d05 | Had she not nursed him with her own hands? Had she not suckled his tongue so ardently? He'd give her time- a day or so only- and then he would invite her again to wait upon him. He'd slide close behind her, whisper scandalous words into her mobcap-sheltered ear, and remind her of all the things she tried so hard to hide beneath black wool and starched linen. And then... oh, and then, he'd see if his little housekeeper truly burned at her co.. | seduction sexual-desire val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 76a489d | Why then was he taking her? Was it merely for his own amusement- or was it for some other, more sinister reason? After all, only two days before she'd seen him kill a footman in cold blood. Of course Cal had tried to kill the duke in a particularly awful and vicious way. But then afterward the duke had kissed her as she'd never been kissed in all her life. His tongue had tasted of wine and sin and she'd wanted to moan and rub herself again.. | passionate-kiss val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| af57a68 | Then he dived back into the storage compartment and came back up with a hamper containing a small bottle of milk for the tea, a basket of peeled hard-boiled eggs, ham sliced so thin it was nearly transparent, crumbling sharp cheese, crusty bread, a cold raspberry tart, and several crisp apples, all served on China plates. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 38937c8 | He looked down at her sleeping form. Her hands lay like half-opened flowers on her lap, one cupped within the other. Such sturdy little hands, meant for practical work. Her fingers were rather plump. He smiled at the thought. He held his own hand over hers, comparing. His fingers, long and elegant, dwarfed hers, and yet he found he preferred hers. He let his hand fall to his lap. She wore that dreadful mobcap, hiding both her hair and her f.. | bridget-crumb val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 98d6f4b | No more shall you go bookless, Mrs. Crumb. From this day henceforth you have free run of my library with my compliments." She stared. "I-" He grinned, looking not a little wicked. "Have you looked at my books? Glanced at my titles? Fondled my spines?" | love-of-books val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c3c1a7b | When I was a little older, about twelve, I went to work at a nearby house. It was owned by old Mrs. Cromby and oh, I was so homesick! I cried myself to sleep for a fortnight it seemed, until it was my day off and I could go home to see Mam." He frowned at this, not liking to think of his infant housekeeper in tears. "Why did they send you then if you were so upset?" She gave him a look. "Because I needed to learn a trade, naturally. And it .. | bridget-crumb housekeeping-services lessons-learned | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 2597f36 | She was just ordinary. From her horse's-mane hair to her sturdy, practical feet, she'd never turned men's heads. Oh, she wasn't ill-favored- her features were regular enough- but she knew, too, that she wasn't the sort of woman whom men flirted with. Whom men stared at. She'd had a few admirers in the past, but they hadn't been a multitude. She was unremarkable. The Duke of Montgomery was anything but. Perhaps, then, that was what drew him .. | ordinariness val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| c0e5ef8 | When he'd woken this morning, her soft limbs entangled with his, he had spent long minutes simply gazing at her in wonder. Her lips were a dark pink and parted softly, and her eyelashes lay against her cheeks like moth wings. She was beautiful and she was determined and he hadn't thought that marriage to her would result in this intimacy. He'd wanted her near, true, for he was a selfish, wicked man, and he didn't particularly like the dark .. | iris-de-chartres irresistible-woman raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| dd5fc8f | The corners of her mouth drooped and he felt an odd panicked twinge somewhere in that empty space where a heart might dwell in other people. "The trouble," Eve said, "is that I've never been able to tell when you're lying to me and when you're not. It wouldn't matter, I suppose, but that you don't if you lie to me or not. And I do. I used to not. Or maybe I used to tell myself I didn't care. But Val," she said softly, looking at him with .. | eve-dinwoody sibling-loss val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 09cf24c | Not only had his housekeeper attempted to steal from him, but she'd refused to answer his questions, and- he surveyed the servants sent to wait upon him- if he wasn't mistaken she'd made sure to hide away the comeliest of his maids and footmen. Did she think him a satyr? Well, perhaps she wasn't mistaken in her judgement... Val smirked as he shed his banyan- the only article of clothing he wore- and sauntered nude to the bath. He crooked .. | satyr val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| e8cbf9a | these densely settled civilizations interacted in a perverse way with European colonialism to create a "reversal of fortune," making the places that were previously relatively wealthy in the Americas relatively poor. Today it is the United States and Canada, which were then far behind the complex civilizations in Mexico, Peru, and Bolivia, that are much richer than the rest of the Americas." | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 28a46d5 | The good ruler sublimates his needs as an individual to the service of the nation. | Aung San Suu Kyi | ||
| ba5cb07 | Where there is no justice there can be no secure peace. | Aung San Suu Kyi | ||
| cad90d2 | She felt enthralled by him, enthralled by her own sexuality. He bared something in her that she hadn't even known was there before she married him. Something base, primal. Had it always been there, this fierce drive to ? Or was it something that had been engendered by his touching her? Her touching him? She knew that she should be wary of this part of herself. Ladies were often exhorted to ignore any animal urges. To be polite. Formal. Col.. | lovemaking raphael-de-chartres sexual-desire | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1dff191 | Late that afternoon Raphael stood at the window of his study, looking out over the back of his garden. He could see small blue flowers blooming along the gravel paths, but for the life of him he could not recall what their name was. Somehow he knew that Iris would be able to name the tiny blue flowers. He pushed the thought aside. He'd lived over thirty years without Iris in his life and never felt the lack. Yet now she was gone merely hour.. | iris-de-chartres true-love | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 9d31bc0 | It was spring and they stood on the banks of the small river that ran beside the ruins of the old cathedral at Dyemore Abbey. The stone arch rose into a clear, blue sky and below, the scattered stones that had once made up the cathedral were carpeted with yellow. Hundreds of thousands of daffodils, wild in this part of England, had taken over the old ruins and made a home for themselves. The view was gorgeous. The daffodils rolled in a yell.. | daffodils ruins wild-nature | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a9980a5 | She knelt in the mud and tried to pull the cord from his neck, but it had been tied terribly tight and her hands were trembling. She felt the duke crouch behind her, his arms reaching around her, warm and hard, and felt a moment's confusion before he leaned forward and murmured in her ear, "Here." He placed her opened chatelaine knife in her hands. She took it gratefully. "Thank you." Carefully she cut the cord and picked up the little dog,.. | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 1443235 | There would be repercussions should I not return." Montgomery's eyes widened, blue and guileless. "You see, this is the difference between you and me. When you make a statement like that, you think it will sway me. It doesn't. I. Don't. . I could kill you as easily as stepping on an ant and with less remorse. Perhaps I'd face your repercussions on the morrow. Perhaps not. But that is for the sunrise. Tonight the shadows reign and the blo.. | dangerous val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| bd0669e | The duke brought her hand to his mouth and, his azure eyes glittering in the candlelight, pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. And then the edge of his teeth. She felt the warm softness of his lips, the prickle of against tender skin, and a sort of shock seemed to go straight through the center of her body. He let her go and her wrist felt the cold of night. "Seraphine. The burning one. I should've known." | love-bite nickname seraphine val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 22f30bf | His face might've been carved by a Greek sculptor, so perfect were his cheekbones, lips, and nose. His eyes were of the clearest azure. His curling hair was the color of polished guineas and quite gorgeous- which the duke obviously knew, since he wore it long, unpowdered, and tied at the nape of his neck with an enormous black bow. He wore an elegant purple velvet coat over a cloth-of-gold waistcoat embroidered in black and crimson. Fountai.. | masculine-beauty val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 4f47eba | Now imagine a different society, for example the Congo or Haiti, where a large fraction of the population has no means of attending school, or where, if they manage to go to school, the quality of teaching is lamentable, where teachers do not show up for work, and even if they do, there may not be any books. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 7e560fa | Japan and Singapore never had more than a sprinkling of inhabitants of European descent, yet they are as prosperous as many parts of Western Europe. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 04bc045 | For example, a merchant in a colony such as New Spain, roughly modern Mexico, could not trade directly with anyone in New Granada, modern Colombia. These restrictions on trade within the Spanish Empire reduced its economic prosperity and also, indirectly, the potential benefits that Spain could have gained by trading with another, more prosperous empire. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| d8f09d7 | revolution that overthrew Mubarak will lead to a new set of institutions capable of bringing prosperity | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 25afd1f | He paused and eyed her as if she were an agate discovered in gravel. "But what a very sharp tongue you have for a housekeeper." Bridget's heart sank- she knew better than to speak so frankly. It was never good for a servant to be noticed by a master- particularly master. "Come." He beckoned her closer with his forefinger and she saw the flash of a jeweled gold ring on his left thumb. She swallowed and opened her right hand, silently dropp.. | bridget-crumb hands val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| bcfee3d | And this"- the duke stroked the mound beneath her thumb- "do you know what this is called?" Bridget cleared her throat, but her voice emerged a bit rusty nonetheless. "I could not say, Your Grace." "The Mount of Venus." He arched his eyebrows at her. Devastatingly beautiful. Lethally charming. "My Greek girl told me that this foretells how passionate a woman may be. You, Mrs. Crumb, must have untold depths of sensual need within you." She n.. | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 0133ad8 | Val's upper lip curled as he wondered if Mrs. Crumb knew the meaning of the word . Most likely she dismissed it as something vaguely shameful and leading to - which, at the best of times, it . | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 97201ec | A small brownish-gray terrier had been sitting on the brick, but he hopped to his feet as soon as he saw Bridget and gave one sharp emphatic bark. "Now hush," she said to him- not that he seemed to care. She set the tin plate down and uncovered it, revealing the scraps that Mrs. Bram had saved for her. The terrier immediately began gobbling the food as if he was starving which, sadly, he might be. "You'll choke," Bridget said sternly. The t.. | dog terrier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 8dd335f | She used to be so frightened when they were young. Like a pale little ghost, slipping into the shadows, hiding from their vicious elders, trying not to be noticed. He'd saved her once. Swept her away like a prince in a fairy tale, but that was long ago and far away and perhaps no longer mattered. How were such things counted among normal people? For she'd thawed. He could see that now. She was no longer that frozen, scared little girl afrai.. | eve-and-asa eve-dinwoody grown-up val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 29d7d54 | He started for the door, thinking of crimson velvet and burning eyes- and a woman's face swam into view. . A quarry. A victim of his plots and of his villainy. He diverted his course, intercepting the woman. She was on the arm of an older man, her father. Val swept her an abrupt bow. "Miss Royle. Sir." Hippolyta Royle was the only daughter of Sir George Royle, who had gone to the East Indies to make his fortune and had done quite a good job.. | predator-and-prey val-napier victim | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 40b1d37 | As he brought her back to her waiting parent he lowered his head to hers and said, "I'll call on you next week, shall I?" The hand on his arm jerked, but she kept her composure. "I beg your pardon, Your Grace?" "I intend to court you," he informed her kindly, and then added to make it perfectly clear, "and make you my wife." She swallowed. "Oh, no." He smiled. "Oh, yes." | val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a2e57df | even if industry itself was very inefficiently organized relative to what could have been achieved. In fact, between 1928 and 1960 national income grew at 6 percent a year, probably the most rapid spurt of economic growth in history up until then. | Daron Acemoğlu | ||
| 0908ae7 | His azure eyes suddenly dropped to pin her, hard and merciless, and she lost her breath as she fell into his predator's stare. It was like looking into the eyes of something inhuman, almost otherworldly. Her chest ached as she stared at him, the air still locked within her, but at the same time the place between her legs ached as well. She was suddenly made very aware that beneath the starch of her apron, the wool of her dress, and the bone.. | bridget-crumb intimidating val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 815fe0d | He was a terrible, evil man, and most likely mad to boot. She knew that. . As if he could hear her thoughts, his head turned and his eyes met hers. She should've ducked before he could see her. That would've been the sensible thing to do- the thing to do. Instead she lifted her chin and stared back as if she were equal to a duke. Without acknowledging the gentleman still talking to him, the duke pivoted and walked toward her. Through that.. | evil-man val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| ce1de0e | He strode, nude, to his desk, and, bending over it, afforded her a quite scandalous view of his muscular bottom. He seemed to have a dark mark of some kind on the left cheek. Good God, it looked like a . What-? "I have the most lamentable taste sometimes. It probably would be if a few of my things disappeared. Why, Mrs. Crumb," he drawled, and she snapped her gaze belatedly up to find that he'd turned back to her- ! "Were you ogling my .. | nude val-napier | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 8f81f5b | Eve was a shy woman. A woman who had spent years hidden away from the world, traumatized by their shared past. True, she was also stubborn as a mule when she wanted to be, but he never should've put her in the position of facing off against Makepeace. He'd obviously proved too overwhelming for her. God only knew what the pleasure garden owner had done to Eve to make her agree to marry him. | eve-dinwoody | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| a8aed09 | Artemis let her head fall back, her eyes closed, her lips suddenly trembling. Apollo dying. "Please. Please, Maximus. I'll refrain from provoking you anymore. I'll stay in the shadows with my stockings and shoes on and never swim in your pond again, never disturb you again, only please do this one thing, I beg you. Save my brother." -- | love sacrifice siblings | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| 0aa7124 | This?" He thrust short and hard into her, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "Yes, that," he murmured to himself as if pleased, and did it again. And again. Until the heat between them combusted. Until she felt hot liquid wash over her limbs. Until she looked up and wondered why she'd ever thought his gray eyes emotionless. He was watching her with passion. With lust. With so much love. She felt tears in her eyes. He gro.. | iris-and-raphael lovemaking raphael-de-chartres | Elizabeth Hoyt | |
| aba3140 | A GODDESS SHOULD never have to beg. It was the one thought, clear and simple, that ran through Maximus's mind. Everything else--his rank, the party,their conflict, seemed to fall away from that one truth. She should never have to beg. He still tasted her mouth on his tongue, still wanted to crush her breasts against his chest and bend her until she bared her throat to him, but he made himself let her go. "Very well." Artemis blinked, her.. | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 2e48184 | Well, I suppose I wouldn't have been going to Harte's Folly again in any case." "Why not?" he asked absently. "Was the play not to your liking?" "We didn't get that far." She sighed. "Penelope had rather a fit when we first arrived and caused a scene. I'm surprised no one told you." He turned slowly. "What?" She looked at him. "She called me a whore." "Damn it." He scowled at his hands." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| 5e2ebb6 | Have you come to kidnap me?" Her voice emerged a whisper, though she hadn't consciously thought to lower it. "If so, I hope you'll do me the courtesy of letting me put on a wrap first." | Elizabeth Hoyt | ||
| b6cfdfe | Private Arrangements by Sherry Thomas. So, so great. As far as contemporary, I'd say my current favorite is Landslide by Kathryn Nolan. Or The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang. Then there's Kennedy Ryan's stuff. It's pretty damn incredible--I teach her books a lot in my classes. Tessa Bailey's cop romances slay me in the best way. Oh! To go back to historicals, I adore Elizabeth Hoyt--she writes slinky, feely sex like no one else | Jessica Peterson |