“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 get to your mid-30s and still not know what you want to be when you grow up.” KnowsWantWritingMeanStillsHomeGrowsCareersGrowing UpWrittenMomLateWhat You WantToo LateKindergartenNever Too Late Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“You say my name like a lover, so soft, so sweet. I want to lick the word from your lips, sip the exhaled breath from your mouth. I want to possess you utterly. Right now. Right here.” WantNamesSweetLoversRight NowMouthsBreathsLips Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“A smile flickered across Coral’s face. “Have you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweets—raspberry trifle is my own despair—it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to crave until you have taken another bite?” “Lord Swartingham is not a raspberry trifle.” “No, more of a dark chocolate mousse, I should think,” Coral murmured. “And,” Anna continued as if she hadn’t heard the interruption, “I don’t need another bite, uh,night of him.” IfsThinkingWantNeedsShouldFacesNightCertainDarkMy OwnLordTakenImpossibleHeardSweetTasteDespairChocolateBitesCraveTriflesAnnaInterruptionsDark ChocolateRaspberriesChocolate Mousse Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“Griffin, please,” she whispered. “Do you want me?” he asked. “Yes!” She tossed her head restlessly. She’d explode if he didn’t give her release soon. “Do you need me?” He kissed her nipple too gently. “Please, please, please.” “Do you love me?” And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn’t see his face, his expression. “Griffin,” she sighed hopelessly. “You can’t say it, can you?” he whispered. “Can’t admit it either.” IfsWantNeedsGivingFacesDarkSawsExpressionPleaseHolesDespiteReleaseWant MeTrapsYou Want MeNipplesDo You Want MeDo You Love Me Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.” WantSaidCareVoiceLowsNeglectWho Cares Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks. “What I want,” he drawled, “is ye. Nothin’ else.” WantHardMomentsFeelingsBigsFacesNextPowerfulHotRoseMalesLegsLovelyKneesDisappointedCheeksPalmsInvasionThrustFlippedWithdrawing Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“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. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace)” WantChildrenLittlesMadeI CanEyeGirlLossHairBabyLosingFingersWinterLipsDelightDeny Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
