Quotes from Gaelen Foley

for the first time, in this unforeseen way, with half a house between them, the frigid star of the demimonde finally allowed a man to touch her.

Good afternoon, Sir. Shall I fetch the medical kit?" "Ah, no thanks, old boy. bit of a row. Do me a favour, if the constable comes knocking, tell him I was here all morning will you?" "Killed someone again, did we?" "Never before luncheon, Dodsley. It's still early yet.

Kate was right behind him. When he turned around, she was taken off guard by the power of his nearness. His masculine aura of strength engulfed her; she was suddenly all too aware of the bed nearby. Without warning, the air between them was charged with overwhelming tension. Her heart slammed in her chest. His hard face was shadowed by the candles' glow as he gazed almost wistfully into her eyes. In spite of all his assurances, his hunger for her was palpable in the room, confusing her.

He gave me a message to you. Leave London. Go home to Glenwood Park at once. There is great danger for you here, as you surely know." "You may give him a message in return for me. He is not my husband. He has no authority over me. I shall do what I please." "She's got some fight in her yet!" O'Shea said with a grin.

Her beloved lunatic needed her–whether he knew it or not. Whatever it took, she was not leaving without him.

All the suffering and frustration of the past two weeks came bursting out in an unpremeditated explosion.

That low, velvet voice alone was enough to stir her desire. He smelled of horse and leather and his own subtle musk that she had become as addicted to as opium-eaters to the smell of their pipe smoke. As he bent closer and gave her an affectionate little cuddle, she but her lip with a vague pang of want. "Miss me?" he breathed in a seductive tone by her ear.

How was she not to be swayed by a man who had saved her life, who had pledged himself to her protection, talked to her like a true friend, and charmed her daily--- a big, beautiful man who had already given her an unforgettable taste of pleasure that first night in his bed? Did he think her made of stone? God help her, but she wanted more. Last night, she had so needed to taste his mouth again, to caress his splendid chest and arms, desperate to get as close to him as she could.

I'm not interested in your charity, Duke! Remember yesterday?" The dolt had surely had not forgotten her hurling his money at his head. "As for you, Papa, you forfeited the right to pick my husband when you had Charley lie to me and tell me you were dead. So, kill each other if you like. You're both fools, as far as I'm concerned!" With a furious sob, she ran the rest of the way to her cabin, leaving the two oddly similar men behind in an awkward, stymied silence.

Bravely, Kate went closer, joining him beside the table. "Here." She set the dragon book on it while Rohan dragged his fingers through his hair, shoving his long, sable locks back from his face. Tendrils of his hair still clung to his hot, damp skin. The heat radiating from his big, hard body and the musky male scent of him had a maddening effect on her senses, which she strove to ignore.

The gift is, er, acceptable, Your Grace?" Caleb ventured in a delicate tone. The duke flashed a dangerous smile more potent than the laudanum. "We'll soon find out," he said. Never taking his stare off her, he nodded to his silent guardsmen. "Put her in my chamber.

Ah!" Her eyes lit up as she grasped it, sliding the nasty little blade out of the sheath and holding it up to the light. "This should come in handy!" she murmured with great relish. It felt wonderful to have some means of self-defense in her hand again, at last. As Nick straightened up again, she noticed him staring at her. Did she seem too savage? "What is it?" she asked. "Your father would have been extremely proud of you.

He was known to fall in love six or seven times a day.

What about them, you adorable man?" "I am not adorable. I am a trained assassin." "Yes, you're very, very scary," she assured him.

He felt like a man whose fever had broken, flush with the euphoria of the first, tenuous return of strength—still weak, but buoyant with the hope of an eventual return to wholeness. The sickness in his soul, however, laid a jealous claim on him.

In that moment, he had not known which he had wanted more: to gather her onto his lap and comfort her, or to lay her down and ride her into mindless, sweaty ecstasy. He cast off the question with a restless shrug, deciding to do both as soon as he was done here.

When you love a man, you are in his power.

Rohan shrugged off the chill, but such eerie thoughts made him all the more glad they had brought him the girl. On so foul a night, it would be good to have a warm body beside him in bed. And beneath him, and on top of him... He cleared his throat, eager to get his hands on her.

If you let true love escape you, all for the sake of your worldly fame, one day you will wake up and realize you are no better than I - a blind, bloody fool.

I couldn't help wondering if I am some sort of prisoner here?" "If you were a prisoner, why would I have you for dinner?" Her brittle smile faded at the wicked way he had worded the question. He was already looking at her like he meant to have her for dessert.

I have told her a hundred times that long, cascading Rapunzel hair is entirely out of fashion, but Alice ignores me. She likes it. Now are you satisfied?" "She sounds delicious," Lucien whispered in her ear. "Might I bring her to Revell Court instead of you?

He pulled back his hood, unveiling a face of burning, satanic, male beauty. Alice held her breath, enthralled, feeling the resounding slam of some fateful premonition. 'Lucien Knight.' One look erased any lingering doubt in her mind who he was. He had the bold, patrician features of a dashing adventurer and silver eyes that glittered like diamonds. The glossy jet of his hair set off his sun-bronzed complexion and the wicked, white gleam of his smile.

Strange bits of scarlet dreams drifted back to her. Thrilling sensations aroused by the most indecent liberties, and dear me , she thought with a flutter in the pit of her belly, the gorgeous firelit image of a naked man like a demigod coming towards her.

Rohan gave her a coaxing nod toward the food like a man trying to get a wounded wild animal to eat. Was that what she had become after her ordeal? At home on the windy moors, alone with the falcons and the wild ponies, she had never been all that tame to start with.