I think I do pretty well with child characters. It's hard to write kids that are realistic, not annoying, and bring something… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Do you think 'Duke' is a good name?' she asked. His face blanked for a second before it cleared. He glanced at… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
A smile flickered across Coral’s face. “Have you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweets—raspberry trifle is… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield’s outraged eyes. “We seem to be… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Shhh,” he murmured against her mouth. “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel. — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“When you’ve tired of me,” she said softly, precisely, “Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.” “I’ll never tire… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Where are we going?” she asked. “Mr. Durbin’s sheep have begun to lamb, and I wanted to see how the ewes are doing.” He… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“His nostrils flared just a little bit, and the lines bracketing his mouth grew deeper. He snarled with his beautiful, twisted lips and she… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Margaret in contrast held her head high, her cheeks flagged with a becoming rose color. She looked like a goddess enraged. A goddess who… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Ye know as well as I that I lost whatever heart I once had long ago,” Mick replied without emotion, a simple statement of… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Be that as it may, a gentleman doesn’t continue to press his attentions on a lady who can’t return them.” “Then, as I see… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Excuse me, but I believe you have my lady,” one of them said in a quiet, deep voice that sent veritable chills down George’s… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“Women were something best bought, he’d found. Pay them, f*ck them, and send them away in the morning. That way avoided tears, recriminations, and… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“There, there, sweetin’,” he murmured into her hair. “He loved me, he truly did,” she gasped. “I know he did,” Michael said. “And I… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
