Quotes from Gaelen Foley

The Alice Montague I love is not the kind of woman who uses her body to get what she wants." Her eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he asked insolently. "Y-you just said you love me.

Get some rest," he advised. "You're going to have to get used to staying up late." He sent her a scoundrelly wink and slipped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

They had terrorized this poor, defenseless beauty. He would make them rue it. As for Kate, after all she had been through, she had impressed him with her self-possession, to say nothing of her fiery spirit. She had stood there ready to battle him like some spunky little terrier barking at a wolf, aye, and throwing the greater predator into temporary confusion with her unexpected show of ferocity. Though petite of build, she was large in courage, a little lady of intrepid spirit

The most startling part was that, if he recalled correctly, the DuMarins' medieval ancestor was none other than Valerian the Alchemist--- the same dark wizard who had laid the Kilburn Curse upon his family. This heritage would've made Kate practically royalty among the Prometheans---and could make her all the more dangerous to him . For beyond superstition, the girl seemed uniquely suited to enchant him.

If fear is holding you back in life, you must attack it, Kate. Not make excuses about why you cannot attempt what you wish to do. That you can't because you're a woman. Especially you, given that your parents educated you as a son.

But instead of the hearty kiss she had expected, he caressed her lips with his own in tantalizing softness until she moaned. "Oh, I need you to make love to me." "Before we're married?" he teased in a very naughty whisper. "Shocking, Miss Madsen." "You really are a Beast." "And you love me for it." "Yes. With all my heart." She trembled with sheer happiness. He was impossible--- and she wouldn't have him any other way.

Slowly, the wine rewarded her with its complex, subtle flavors... apricot, pear,a hint of vanilla... and some indescribable flavor that made her think of sun-drenched, flowery meadows.

I want you. Stop playing games.

Very thoughtful of you, Doyle," he murmured, taking lecherous note of how the chill affected certain regions of her anatomy. His brazen stare erased any last remaining hope that he might not be a party to their crimes. Of course he was. She was naught but merchandise to him.

Kate) had found multiple titles by individual authors scattered willy-nilly through the collection. It made her want to pull her hair out. Obviously!- an individual author's body of work all belonged on one shelf, the works arranged, in turn, by whatever system was most suitable: by volume number, alphabetically by title, or by the year of publication, or, in case of playwrights, works grouped by genre- tragedies with tragedies, comedies with comedies, histories with histories, and so on.

As she sat down, Caro sent Alice a haughty warning glance. She rested her elbow on the chair arm and braced her forehead with her fingertips, the very sketch of a person suffering the aftereffects of intemperance. 'Serves you right,' Alice thought, sending her an answering look that flashed with rebellion.

She drew his warm, oversized robe closer around her body, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing how to act. "Well, go get dressed," he ordered with a lordly little smile as he noticed her wavering. "How's a man to think with a luscious naked woman lying around? You, my dear, are far too distracting." His smoldering gaze, so full of desire for her, thrilled Kate to the marrow. His glance alone could warm her blood on this cold winter's day.

Very well, then," Alice said barely audibly. "I will be the one to stay." With a tempestuous stare, she turned to him so suddenly that he hardly managed to hide his incredulity. "But if you lay a hand on me against my will, I will not hesitate to have you arrested and I 'shall' press charges against you. If it is scandal that you crave, my lord, you shall have it.

Alice Montague was that rarest of flowers, a beautiful woman of integrity. Someone he might even be able to trust, in time. He had searched the world for such a creature. He had her in his grasp. How could he possibly let her slip through his fingers? He could not. He could not help himself.

Kate was especially intrigued by entries in the book showing scientific notations for chemical compounds. The long, complicated sequences of elements left her wondering what sort of substances these ingredients produced. Had her ancestors managed to preserve some of Valerian's ancient formulas for alchemy potions?

Describe the shape of his face. Round, square?" "Rectangular, I suppose, with a cleft chin." "We're not at the chin yet." "Well, pardon me," he retorted, stung by her snippy tone. She tilted her head and drew a deep breath.

The lurid red glow from the dragon's stained-glass eyes bathed the harmonious planes of his cheeks and forehead, contoured the sharp angles of his princely nose and square, determined chin. His sable hair was blacker than night in the underworld, spun from silken shadows. His silvery eyes gleamed with anarchy as he stalked toward her.

The wild, dark lords of Moonlight Square definitely made up their own dangerous breed. They fit right in with the haunted atmosphere that still lingered in this place, as though they were drawn to it. Each an island of gloom and brooding isolation unto himself, they drifted through Society like great, ominous thunderheads, crackling with the tension of pent-up lightning and liable to rage into a storm at any moment.

Speaking as one who was given to you as a plaything, your behavior towards women has been beastly. I know for a fact that you're better than this." "My, my, now you are starting to sound like a wife. Too bad I'm not in the market for none of those." "No, why should you be? You're too busy sleeping with other men's wives to bother finding your own.

Well, what are you doing back there?" she asked. "Counting the rocks beneath your feet?" Turning away again to continue her climb, she lifted the hem of her skirts, unconsciously affording him a glimpse of her pretty calves. "Merely enjoying the view," he said, savoring the maidenly sway of her hips.

His insolent gaze traveled over her body. "I hear you're quite the little saint." "Compared to whom? Caro?" His cynical smirk widened to a genuine smile at her retort. "I daresay you're having a bit of an adventure, aren't you?" "An ordeal is more like it." "Well, you seem to have come through it all in fine spirit." He pressed away from the door and sauntered toward her.

Do you know where she lives?" "Could get there blindfolded." "Did he just blush?" Tolbert asked Marc as Lucien strode over to his black stallion and swung up into the saddle. "I heard that," he retorted.

Do you know where she lives?" "Could get there blindfolded." "Did he just blush?" Talbert asked Marc as Lucien strode over to his black stallion and swung up into the saddle. "I heard that," he retorted.

In light of his own new acquaintance with Kate, Rohan suddenly did not find Max's romantic agonies several months ago quite so droll as he had at the time. But he chased Kate fiercely out of his mind once again, determined that they should detect no change in his demeanor. And she had changed him. He knew it down to the core of his barbaric soul. She made him... what was that foreign word---? Oh, yes. Happy.