“Do you trust me to be strong enough…strong enough to love you in the way you need to be loved?” — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“You're wicked through and through." He leaned into her, his nostrils picking up her musky scent. "Tell me the truth. You love it when… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“As plain Jane, she had far more to risk than Lady Mystère did. Behind her mask she could be the mistress of his darkest… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Do you wish me to continue my demonstration?" "Of what? You ability to control my physical movements or your unwanted attentions?" She returned his… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Tobias' body became a marble statue, and she knew she'd reached the darkness of his soul.” — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Look, if I don't let Ewan in, he's going to call the police." "Answer it," he rasped with a harsh resolve. "But when he's… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“You are wrong, Jane,” Angélique said softly. “Love is about trust. Just as one must trust one’s partner in La Maison des Plaisirs Sombres,… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“It’s a duress I’ll never regret succumbing to,” he murmured as his hands caressed the soft skin of her shoulders. “It gave me you.… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the best way for you to ensure my trust is to make love to me as I deserve to be loved.” At her… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“I'm being quite reasonable, Sophie. We love each other, and I'll be damned if I let you toss that away. You're right, we might… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“You didn’t,” she said in a resolute voice. “And you won’t in the future, because with each purging of your soul, your anger will… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" "That brandy you had before we left home has dulled your senses, Devlyn. However, I… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“I said kiss me again.” A sultry smile curved her lips. “Would that be such a difficult task to perform?” Christ almighty, she wanted… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“This someone you were talking with wouldn't be that Frost fellow, would it?" Ewan's crisp accent floated into the kitchen like a brisk breeze.… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Afraid?" he growled, irritated she could affect his senses so easily. "No," she snapped. "Not even just a little?” — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“Dr. Stuart wouldn't give me a date. Apparently, there's some concern that I've become a liability for the university unless I shift my field… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
