“Miranda!” “What?” She batted him with her pillow. “Hoyden! Are you drunk?” “I don’t think so. I’m not sure. They never gave us wine at Yardley. I feel happy.” “Happy?” He grabbed a corner of the pillow as she whacked… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
It signified nothing that the raw, male magnetism that emanated from him probably made compasses malfunction in his presence. — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“Good afternoon, Sir. Shall I fetch the medical kit?" "Ah, no thanks, old boy. bit of a row. Do me a favour, if the… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“What about them, you adorable man?” “I am not adorable. I am a trained assassin.” “Yes, you’re very, very scary,” she assured him.” — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“She likes me. The shock of it sent a jolt of wild joy through him that stole his breath and robbed him momentarily of his common sense. He, Blade, who stared down cutthroat thugs in the meanest streets of the city, who laughed at death and snapped his fingers in the hangman’s face, found himself nervous and jumpy in the… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share
You wrong yourself and me by assuming my interest in you is purely physical,” he went on. “I told you I am eager to further our acquaintance. I want to know what you think about things. What you want out of life. What you dream. -Lucien to Alice — Gaelen Foley Copy Share
When you find the one, my lad, grab her up in your arms and never let her go. You may never get another chance. — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“He had a lusty appreciation for them all- tall, short, curvy, thin, blonde, brunette, commoner, aristocrat. But there was something particularly appealing about that... luscious little mess. Her plump, rouged lips and those sweet erect nipples like hard pink candies pressing against her plunging gown had roused in him a mental groan of lust; and yet, the expression in her… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night. Give me those luscious—” He ripped the front of her bodice open, freed her breasts, and… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“Mind you, after your silly debutantes have finished their proper posture and walking lessons, tell them it never killed any young lady to remove… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“Very thoughtful of you, Doyle," he murmured, taking lecherous note of how the chill affected certain regions of her anatomy. His brazen stare erased… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
“I’ll never leave you. I’ll never mistreat you. I think you know that by now. Try with me. Let us find what we may… — Gaelen Foley Copy Share Image
