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Honey, you could suck the center out of a Tootsie Pop and I'd still say no. Not that I don't appreciate your offer.

You've just put the kibosh on getting any from me in here.

I think you're beautiful," he says softly.
"Beauty fades," I choke out.
"Not when it comes from inside.

It is not." I shove my shake away. "I just ... He's ... We're ... " "You conjugating here?" George asks, his lips twitching.

I don't need you to protect me, Ethan. I need you to want me.

Infernal woman, you nearly gave me an apoplexy. They ought to count you among the ten plagues of Egypt!

This message is brought to you by the BCBS [Booty Call Broadcasting System]. If you are back in town, get your wet ass over here. (The Hook Up, 42%)

Because he smells fantastic - like warm pears and crisp air.

- Mine goes with you. Always.

A word of advice, Miss Evernight. The devil wears many hats. Believing in appearances, whether pretty ones or ugly ones, could find you skewered.

She glared at me. I didn't care. One word was playing a loop in my heaad: mine.

Sweet Jesus," Dad snaps. "Don't you dare go Jerry Maguire on me.

Time to go, Cherry. Just ... don't look back, okay? Or I won't be able to let you go.

Hello," he whispered.
Her smile turned tremulous. "Hello.

We're all monsters, luv. Each and every one of us. So happens some of us have prettier faces to hide behind is all." On

Aside from Ryder, none of us are particularly comfortable with the idea of modeling for the next few hours, but it's for charity, so we'll make due.

There is a fine line between persistence and being a pest, my lord.

Maybe because I want to know how to please you. Or I'm a dirty bastard who needs to hear your honey-smooth voice talk about sex. Take your pick.

When I am nothing but shadow, you are the light that guides me back.

He's going to kill me. They'll find me lying on the floor, my heart burt wide open, too full of him to stay in my chest.

I see Ethan Dexter; he shines for me. And I burn hotter than the sun when I'm in his orbit.

Just the tip, sweetheart." He nudges against me, slipping along my wetness, as I whimper. His voice goes dark. "Just for a second.

Seriously, Iv ... You could climb him like Everest, make base camp at his cock, and tackle the rest in the morning.

If you try to take our heart without earning our soul, our heart will break

There she is," he announced in an almost sing-song manner, "my little devil lass, looking like a vision from Hell.

Archer's finger grazed hers. 'I feel you. As if you were connected to me by an invisible string.' He touched his chest. 'I feel you here. In my heart.

What is beauty or ugliness but a false front that prompts man to make assumptions rather than delving deeper.

If you want only one woman, the rest is just noise.

You're crazy pants, you know that?" Her scowl is kind of cute.

You were never quitting. You were searching.

What do you get when you cross a vampire with a snowman?" "What?" "Frostbite.

I could love you, you know."
"I could love you, too.

There are times when a girl needs sexy. That's the thing no one ever tells you. Sexy can be both a weapon and a wall of defense.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, the voice is its song. You can tell a great deal about a man by listening to him.

I won't be a substitute for what you cannot have. Especially not if it is my sister's shadow you mean to place me in.

He'd die for her, but she would kill for him.

Are your rooms to your liking?

But I can only lie against him, draped over his solid body like a sweaty girl blanket, and just drift.

But he knew full well that marriage vows were not a guarantee, nor a promise, of everlasting happiness.

You are the happiness I never realized I needed.

Lord above, was there a better sight than a woman flush with passion, her skin dewy and pink, her breasts bouncing from the force of his thrusts?

His cream-colored three-piece suit, gray silk tie, and sky blue shirt. He's wearing

We are all imperfect creatures, love. I don't want perfect. I just want you.

So your stance on beards is?" His gaze so strong I feel it in my toes. My breathing picks up. "Don't particularly like them.

You woke me back up, Libby. You have to know that.

I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, Cherry. You
say what you mean and don't filter it ...

I love you. The rest is darkness." Her fingers curled around the smooth swells of his biceps. "Then let me be your light." Archer

If you want this baby, then we'll learn as we go. If you don't - " He kisses me again. "Then I'll hold your hand every step of the way.

Promise? Ooh, I like that smolder, it's very Flynn Ryder." "You're comparing me to cartoon characters now?

What the ever-loving knuckle fuck?

And he rises. Up. Up. Up. Yep. Tall as a tree.

She is dangerous because I cannot control her.

Winning is a subjective thing,

He's so perfectly sculpted he could be an anatomy lesson.

His voice is dark chocolate on a hot summer night.

Jesus, there's something downright dirty about beards. Fucking naughty. All I can think about now is sex.

You are my greatest weakness because I have no defense when it comes to you.

My shoulders tense. I swear Gray gossips more than a flock of old ladies at a cotillion. Where are he and Ivy anyway?

He's slowly carving his name into my heart. And it hurts.

I know from personal, painful experience that winning doesn't necessarily make a
person the best. Sometimes, it just makes them lucky.

So your stance on beards is?

Drew takes the praise in stride and simply smiles, a polite smile,

Men can't go around introducing their woman as, "Mine; Touch her and lose a finger." Can they?

You didn't know how to live under my light? I don't have a light anymore unless you're there.

Oh yeah, I own this like a patronus, baby.

The scent of book leather and lemons enveloped him, and his head went light. Books and clean woman. Had God ever divined a more perfect perfume?

I wasn't prepared to need you this much. I don't know who I am anymore if you aren't with me.

Christ, Miri, murder and knife-wielding assassins aside, you are the greatest adventure of my life.

I aim to please.

The rain petered out to a light mist

Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. I can no more ignore it than if you slapped me in the face with it.

From flesh to bone to blood of heart, shall we be entwined, never to part.

I find myself wanting to study his lower abdomen, where the muscles are like stepping stones leading the way down to Mr. Happy.

There is one absolute truth. The sum of my existence equals you.

If you die on me, Winston Lane, I shall kill you."
His lips tilted. "Don't worry, sweeting. I live to thwart you.

Some people never understand the gift they have. And some people wait a lifetime to have someone to love.

Good God, it's like a burly pirate landed in my bed and is waiting for another round of debauchery.

This man could sell boats to desert dwellers just by standing there, looking pretty.

Punching out an argument is an accepted form of conflict resolution in the man code. It's part of our bylaws.

Life, she insisted, is how you live it and who you live it with, not what you do to make a living.

I feel you," he said, "whether stalking me through the streets of London, or hiding behind a screen in my library.

So, still not a fan of the beard? Sign me up and call me a convert.

A fine pickle we are in." "A fine pickle? An Americanism?" "Yes. Ten years there and my language is polluted.

No one else gets all of me, Cherry.

As much as I want your respect, you never, ever live your life to make someone else happy. You got me?

Baby doll, I could assert my manly dominance, thump my chest, and declare you're mine. But it wouldn't mean a damn thing if I'm not yours in return.

So I do what any self-respecting competitor would. I shove him into the grass and take off.

I will never laugh at you," he promises fiercely. "Ever. I'm your safe place, Libby. You've got to know that.

My chatty girl has no idea what she's gotten herself into. Because I'm not letting her go.

Liar, liar, your knickers are on fire.

She opens her mouth. Then it's one long stream of colorful bitch.

So," James asks in a sing-song voice. "What's manly Manny's place like? Does he have a Red Room of Pain?

Talking to you is like talking to myself. Only better."
"It's scary that I get that.

Perhaps there are some things we can't let go of, but simply accept as over.

You have me," he rasps as though I'm killing him now. "You fucking have all of me.

Anna has confessed to being a night owl, mostly due to staying up reading.

You ever wonder if who you are is the person you're supposed to be?

This guy makes my head spin. He's just so reasonable. I don't have any defense against it. Against him and his damn sexy self. Damn it.

She makes me grateful for every sunrise. Because I wake up knowing she's in the world.

What do we have, Killian?" I ask softly.
His eyes meet mine. "I don't know. But it's real. It's the only real thing I have right now.