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. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
I pretty much started out writing full time. I was an at-home mom and when my youngest entered kindergarten, I started writing. I was 35, and before that I really hadn't written at all. Which means, I guess, that a) it's never too late to start a writing career (or any career you really want) and b) it's OK to… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to… — 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
He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
You say my name like a lover, so soft, so sweet. I want to lick the word from your lips, sip the… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Griffin, please,” she whispered. “Do you want me?” he asked. “Yes!” She tossed her head restlessly. She’d explode if he didn’t give… — 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. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
“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 of you,” he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth. “Then prove it.” He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
“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 cleared his throat. “I suppose I should have told you about today’s outing earlier.” Anna kept her eyes straight ahead and made a noncommittal sound. He coughed. “I might’ve, had you not left so precipitously yesterday… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
“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 fact. “If the babe lives, or if she dies, it makes no difference to me. I’ll still eat sweetmeats on the morrow and taste the sugar on me tongue, still f*ck women and feel the pleasure… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
“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 loved him.” “Mm-hmm.” She raised her head, glaring angrily. “You don’t even believe in love. Why are you agreeing with me?” He laughed. “Because”—he leaned down and licked at the tears on her cheeks, his lips… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
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
