Beauty is something that is hard to debate. Every man thinks his ideal the best. But the wittiest woman rise to the top of this structure, conventional beauty often taking a back seat to a woman possessed of a clever… — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
“Yes, I think I like all of those images. I can see your head thrown back and that long, smooth neck exposed to me in all of them.' His finger trailed down the side of her throat. 'Your eyes are becoming even more smoky and sensual, Marietta. From the inside out now, rather than the outside in. Shall we see… — Anne Mallory Copy Share
“She leaned down, a fraction closer, and for some reason unknown to man, he lifted his head the tiniest bit. Enough so she could… — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
“Good morning.” His lips quirked. “I nearly expired from old age, waiting to see if you would actually knock on the damn thing. My heart couldn’t take it any longer.” She lifted her chin and stepped inside, brushing past him as she did so. “So you are saying that if only I had had a few beats more, I would… — Anne Mallory Copy Share
“Trant's deep need to climb ever upward, crushing anyone in his path, the qualities, while making Trant an interesting associate at times, at others… — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
“How do you define difficult?” “By your presence.” She grinned fully, delighted to feel the tension dissipate. “Now you are just flattering me for… — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
“He slowly smiled. 'Good. We'll start with the basics.' Her mind went blank. 'Basics?' 'Of kissing. Most people aren't good at kissing right from the start.' He looked her over. 'Unless you are a natural.' She blinked stupidly. His hand reached up and touched her cheek, gently tilting her head. 'It's like connecting puzzle pieces when you kiss. Or when… — Anne Mallory Copy Share
Sometimes one appears to have more freedom than one actually possesses. It is easy to see what one wishes to see. — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
“Yes. She got into a right state when she realized no one could read them, though. She's setting up some sort of literacy curse.… — Anne Mallory Copy Share Image
“Oh!” This was said brightly, as if she was happy he had noticed. “I decided I needed my own workspace, instead of constantly infringing upon yours. So I had a few of the boys move a desk in here.” He stared at the petite, feminine, desk that was pushed against his. And wondered how the bloody hell she had managed… — Anne Mallory Copy Share
