Quote by Carole Cummings

“[Malick] didn't move when Fen leaned in again, slowly closed his eyes, slid his hand up to cup Malick's cheek and replaced his fingertips…

— Carole Cummings

“His gaze turns soft, and for a moment, I’m completely swept away with the promise in those eyes. There’s nothing dirty, heated or sinister…

— J. Saman

“The werewolf laughs, or at least I think it's a laugh. Really it's just a dry wheeze. He steps toward me and lifts a…

— Nicki Chapelway

“He reached for one of her fidgeting hands, grasping hold. Her eyes met his then faltered, lowered and grazed over his damaged skin. Her…

— Lotchie Burton

“Sloane slipped into the room the way a knife slips into a wound: silently, and with the potential to do a lot of damage…

— Seanan McGuire

“His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed. I was going to have to burn…

— Kenya Wright

“The softness of her touch, the emerald eyes gazing into his when they held hands and circled, attacked his defenses and flung them aside…

— Amy Jarecki

“His fingers settled on her hair. The purest, softest shade of black. The shade one saw when one closed one's eyes, in a warm,…

— Meredith Duran

“Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends…

— Kelly Creagh

“He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there,…

— Julie Kagawa

“...he looked so strange and absentminded; quite obviously he had just been reading a book, one could tell that from the expression in his…

— Jens Peter Jacobsen

“His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. It was touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper…

— Laini Taylor