“Betrayal was the name of the game—to get what he'd have, to use every weapon in his arsenal” — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Dawn couldn't come soon enough. He had to get her out of his life as quickly as possible. It was becoming the… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“He had no choice in the matter, if he left her hanging by the straps she'd end up being banged against the… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“He was accustomed to women wanting him. What shocked him was the simple fact that he wanted her. Not hot, energetic sex.… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Summer Hawthorne was simply more trouble than she was worth. At least as far as anyone with any sense would realize. Unfortunately,… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
Lord save us, first you have a heart, now you have a god? Will wonders never cease? — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Bring mademoiselle a chair. She looks weary." "No!" she said. "I have no interest in conversing with you, Monsieur le Comte. I simply need… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Jilly looked at it with a sinking heart. It was difficult enough when the exotic, undeniably gorgeous creature of her fantasies had turned out… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet? — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“What are you doing, Alys?" He'd turned to watch her, and his expression was disbelieving. She'd emerged from the winding staircase to stand in… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Stop it," she said. "Stop what?" Her eyes flew open, filled with rage and betrayal. "Stop pretending. You made your point this morning—you don't… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“And there was nothing left between them but love, neither pure nor simple, but love it was.” — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“I thought you were the docile one," he murmured. "Yes, my lord," she said meekly. "Compared to my sister, my lord." "And you're the… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“And what if I think you're doing this out of misguided sense of decency?" "Oh, any sense of decency I possess is most definitely… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“One of the footmen appeared, with Willis, his servant from a lifetime ago, on the other side of what was undoubtedly female and undoubtedly… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
