Quotes from Anne Stuart

Why did you save Mahmoud? Killian's voice was so low she almost didn't hear him. Instinct, she muttered sleepily. I certainly wasn't about to save you His laugh vibrated through his leg, through her body. Of course not. Mahmoud's grateful.

some good," Randall said, opening the door for Holly. "We'll meet you in an hour. Call and order something from room service. You look

people notice the most beautiful dress every person can wear,......... a smile

and then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes.

I'm afraid it's not the knowledge that makes me hit wrong notes, it's the level of skill," she managed to say sweetly, pulling herself together. "People say I play with great abandon." "Yes. Abandoned to all sense of musicality.

She managed to finger-comb her hair into some kind of order, though it was a little too punk for her peace of mind. Not that she'd ever minded looking punk; in fact, the cut had been designed for that effect. But right now Reno was punk enough for both of them.

Betrayal was the name of the game—to get what he'd have, to use every weapon in his arsenal

How could you think I wouldn't know you? he chided softly. I know the way you move, the way you bite your lip when you're nervous, the sound of your laughter, your eyes. I know your hands and your skin, your scent, the way you try to pretend that something doesn't bother you when you're very bothered indeed.

To her surprise, Jilly appeared to have handed over the telephone and a moment later Taka ended the call. No, maybe it shouldn't surprise her. Jilly would have resisted bullying, but Taka's calm control was very…seductive.

Dawn couldn't come soon enough. He had to get her out of his life as quickly as possible. It was becoming the most important thing—more important than breathing, living. He needed to get away from her, fast. Because he didn't want to let her go.

Takashi had no choice, and he'd always known it. This was one reason he'd tried so hard not to care about anyone, one reason why he'd known immediately just how dangerous Summer Hawthorne could be. Because now she was the one he couldn't sacrifice, couldn't walk away from, no matter how high the stakes. He could die for what he believed in. He just couldn't let her die as well.

He knew her weakness. She wanted to be pretty, and thought she wasn't. When in fact he thought she was quite the prettiest thing in his memory.

He couldn't have known. The moonlight wasn't enough to illuminate the room, and the tears that spilled silently down her cheeks didn't touch him. But suddenly the kiss softened, the hands gentled on her, the lips coaxed and teased and healed. And without any more thought she was kissing him back, reaching for him with her mouth while her hands were held back, seeking him out with her tongue, calling him to her in the only way she could.

He'd reached the door, then stopped for a moment, looking back at Elinor, staring at her. Master Francis... Mrs. Clarke said in a warning tone. I just wanted to take a last glance at her exquisite feet before you covered them up again. It might be a while before I see them again. It will be never, Elinor said, crossing her arms over her chest. Don't count on it, my pet. Whatever scurrilous lies Mrs. Clarke spreads about my so-called goodness, she'll have to admit that I always get what I want.

They had known each other for many years. Young Jacob had found his way onto a ship borne for the tropics, indentured to a pair of wealthy male planters, and he'd run away, ending up at the decaying ruins of La Briere, the plantation house of the de Malheurs. Lucien had been living there alone, the only survivor of a virulent outbreak of cholera, and the two young men, barely more than boys, had bonded together, determined to escape.

Voglio toccarti, scoprire il tuo corpo, imparare come sei fatto, di cosa hai bisogno. Voglio renderti pazzo di desiderio come lo sono io. Voglio te, tutto quello che puoi darmi, tutto quello che io posso darti, e voglio che questa notte duri per sempre. Sei in grado di darmi tutto questo?

Talvolta bisogna rinunciare a quel che si ama per sopravvivere.» Takashi le lasciò la mano. «Hai mai dovuto farlo?» Lui si voltò a guardarla per un tempo talmente lungo che sarebbe potuto essere pericoloso, ma sembrava avere una sorta di sesto senso quando si trattava del traffico. «Sto per farlo adesso» replicò.

The child in the middle of the room was glaring at him, for child she was, no matter what her advanced years. She was a virgin, untouched, unkissed, innocent and angry, and he was prepared to enjoy himself immensely. So tell me, little one. What really brought you here?

She might have forgotten names and faces and people and events, but she hadn't forgotten emotions.

And of course she had no idea what the actual member itself looked like, apart from the sisters' surreptitious and intense study of the Elgin Marbles. If it were rather like a piece of liver in texture then it might do well with bacon. That was when she realized the appalling absurdity of what she was doing, coming up with a menu for raw . . . raw cock, that's what the stable lads had called it.

At least it was dark. His eyes drifted down over her body, the ripe curves in the moonlight, and a dreamy expression crossed his face, just before he leaned forward and put his mouth against the side of her neck, tasting her hammering pulse.

He half expected another argument. A struggle of some sort. Again, a surprise. She made that soft, hungry sound that had already emblazoned itself in his senses, she put her hands on his shoulders, and she kissed him back, her tongue sliding against his.

He didn't have much of a conscience left, but what remained seemed to belong to Bryony.

He was trying to rape me. Again that long, assessing, intimate look. I can sympathize with the temptation, he said, half to himself.