“She’d made her choice when he asked for her hand and she’d offered it without question. Once he touched her, she knew… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Open your eyes.” Julia looked up into a pair of blue orbs that were startlingly clear and very emotional, but she could… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Julia closed her eyes and concentrated on the words to Lacrimosa, sung loudly and hauntingly by the multi-voice choir in Latin… Day… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Growing up, she felt so unworthy of having her deepest desires satisfied, of being loved absolutely. She didn't feel that way anymore.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“As soon as the words presented themselves, Gabriel knew that they were perfect for him. Perfect for what he was contemplating doing… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Love hath so long possess'd me for his own And made his lordship so familiar That he, who at first irk'd me,… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“In addition to her boulangerie and fromagerie French, she knew enough of the language to realize that the title of Rodin’s sculpture,… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I want to make love to you because I care about you. I want to worship your naked body with my own… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I care for you-you're precious to me. And one of the most precious things to me is your voice. Please tell me… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Why do you do that?” he whispered, after a few minutes. “Do what?” “Provoke me.” “I don’t…I…I’m not provoking you. I’m stating… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“I like your…outfit.” His eyes took in the naked flesh that was visible below the edge of the shirttail. “I like your… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“But he was not her Gabriel. Her Gabriel was dead. Gone. Leaving behind only vestiges of him in the body of a… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Let me feed you,” he whispered, his tone suddenly husky. He sounded like sex. Or at least, what Julia imagined sex would… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Mr. Emerson watched, almost breathless, as she swirled the wine in her glass expertly, then lifted it so that she could examine… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Think about it. We are fed in the Eucharist, by our mothers when we are infants, by our parents as children, by… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“You know, the act of feeding someone is the ultimate act of care and affection...sharing yourself with someone else through food." He… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“A double shot of Laphroaig twenty-five-year-old, neat, please. And ask the bartender for a small shot glass of spring water, non-sparkling,” Gabriel… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“A tall and shirtless Gabriel looked down at her. He was clad only in his underwear, which made him look slightly sexy… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“At first he didn’t recognize her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her movements sure and graceful. Yet there was something about her face… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“For no man would have touched her like that before. Eventually, she would be eager and responsive to him. Oh, so responsive.… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
