Quotes from Gaelen Foley

God, she looked adorable. She was clad in a loose-fitting morning gown covered by a pretty, frilled house apron, her luxurious hair flowing long and unbound over her shoulders in a most fetching state of dishabille. This was his beloved as he remembered her best, not the terrifyingly beautiful goddess in white from the ballroom the night before.

He just stared at her, feeling his very soul swell with love as she padded toward him, barefooted. He loved her eyes; he loved her smile; he loved her pale, slender arms. He loved her dainty ankles, skimmed by the hem of her chemise. He loved her gliding walk and the way her long, thick hair swung around her waist as she hurried toward him. God, help him, he was her slave.

As for you, my lady..." "Hmm?" Kate murmured, a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes. "You're not that tired, are you?" he whispered. "Never," she breathed. He let out a hungry growl of laughter, kissed her soundly, and carried her into what would henceforth be their shared bedchamber- then he kicked the door shut behind them.

When you find the one, my lad, grab her up in your arms and never let her go. You may never get another chance.