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“One thing, though," Qhuinn murmured. "What?" The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. "If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun." Blay's laughter rumbled around the tiled walls. "Of course you will--" "I'm dead fucking serious." Blay's blue eyes shot over his shoulder. "If there are any who dare to hurt you," Qhuinn growled in the Old Language, "I shall see them staked afore me and shall leave their bodies in ruin.”

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Book:Lover Enshrined
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“The necklace was a good excuse," he murmured. "For what?" "I thought maybe I could go to Charleston and show up at your front door to give this back and maybe… you might let me in. Or something. I was worried that another male would court you, so I've been trying to go as fast as I could. I mean, I figured maybe if I could read, and if I took a little better care of myself, and if I tried to stop being such a mean-ass motherfucker…" He shook his head. "But don't misunderstand. It's not like I expected you to be happy to see me. I was just… you know, hoping… coffee. Tea. Chance to talk. Or some shit. Friends, maybe. Except if you had a male, he wouldn't allow that. So, yeah, that's why I've been hurrying." His yellow eyes lifted to hers. He was wincing, as if he were afraid of what might be showing on her face. "Friends?" she said. "Yeah… I mean, I wouldn't disgrace you by asking for more than that. I know that you regret… Anyway, I just couldn't let you go without… Yeah, so… friends.”

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Book:Lover Awakened
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“I… What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd heard every word. He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free. His hand was shaking as he held it out. "It's messy." Bella took the paper. In a child's uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOU Her lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared. "Maybe you can't read it," he said in a small voice. "I can do it over." She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's… beautiful." "I don't expect anything back. I mean… I know that you don't… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew.”

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Book:Lover Awakened
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“Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z jacked his head up. "Why?" "He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God." "What the fuck are you looking at?" Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself." Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered- His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's. "Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?" As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose. One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders. "Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered. Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him.”

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Book:Lover Awakened
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“When he heard light, rushing footfalls, he turned his head. Someone was racing along the second-floor balcony. Then laughter drifted down from above. Glorious feminine laughter. He leaned out the archway and glanced at the grand staircase. Bella appeared on the landing above, breathless, smiling, a black satin robe gathered in her hands. As she slowed at the head of the stairs, she looked over her shoulder, her thick dark hair swinging like a mane. The pounding that came next was heavy and distant, growing louder until it was like boulders hitting the ground. Obviously, it was what she was waiting for. She let out a laugh, yanked her robe up even higher, and started down the stairs, bare feet skirting the steps as if she were floating. At the bottom, she hit the mosaic floor of the foyer and wheeled around just as Zsadist appeared in second-story hallway. The Brother spotted her and went straight for the balcony, pegging his hands into the rail, swinging his legs up and pushing himself straight off into thin air. He flew outward, body in a perfect swan dive--except he wasn't over water, he was two floors up over hard stone. John's cry for help came out as a mute, sustained rush of air-- Which was cut off as Zsadist dematerialized at the height of the dive. He took form twenty feet in front of Bella, who watched the show with glowing happiness. Meanwhile, John's heart pounded from shock...then pumped fast for a different reason. Bella smiled up at her mate, her breath still hard, her hands still gripping the robe, her eyes heavy with invitation. And Zsadist came forward to answer her call, seeming to get even bigger as he stalked over to her. The Brother's bonding scent filled the foyer, just as his low, lionlike growl did. The male was all animal at the moment....a very sexual animal. "You like to be chased, nalla, " Z said in a voice so deep it distorted. Bella's smile got even wider as she backed up into a corner. "Maybe." "So run some more, why don't you." The words were dark and even John caught the erotic threat in them. Bella took off, darting around her mate, going for the billiards room. Z tracked her like prey, pivoting around, his eyes leveled on the female's streaming hair and graceful body. As his lips peeled off his fangs, the white canines elongated, protruding from his mouth. And they weren't the only response he had to his shellan. At his hips, pressing into the front of his leathers, was an erection the size of a tree trunk. Z shot John a quick glance and then went back to his hunt, disappearing into the room, the pumping growl getting louder. From out of the open doors, there was a delighted squeal, a scramble, a female's gasp, and then....nothing. He'd caught her. ......When Zsadist came out a moment later, he had Bella in his arms, her dark hair trailing down his shoulder as she lounged in the strength that held her. Her eyes locked on Z's face while he looked where he was going, her hand stroking his chest, her lips curved in a private smile. There was a bite mark on her neck, one that had very definitely not been there before, and Bella's satisfaction as she stared at the hunger in her hellren's face was utterly compelling. John knew instinctively that Zsadist was going to finish two things upstairs: the mating and the feeding. The Brother was going to be at her throat and in between her legs. Probably at the same time. God, John wanted that kind of connection.”

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Book:Lover Revealed
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“Hi. How are you feeling?" "Downright perky, thanks for asking." She smiled a little until she came up to him. With her night vision, she saw that he was lying on top of the covers with only a pair of boxers on. He had a gauze pad around his belly and was covered with bruises. And-oh God-his leg... "Don't worry,". he said dryly. I haven't had that foot-and-shin combo for over a century. And I really am okay. Just some aesthetic damage." "Then why are you wearing that bandage like a sash?" "It makes my ass look smaller.”

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Book:Lover Awakened
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“Abruptly, the sea of people parted . . . and then there they were. Bella, with Nalla in her arms, Z standing beside his girls. Beth broke down all over again as the female came forward. God, it was impossible not to remember how Nalla had started this, putting into motion the need that had become undeniable. Bella was tearing up, too, as she stopped. “We just want to say yay!” At that moment, Nalla reached out to Beth, a gummy smile on her face, pure joy radiating out. No turning that down, nope, not at all. Beth took the little girl out of her mother’s arms and positioned her on her chest, capturing one of the pinwheeling hands and giving kisses, kisses, kisses. “You ready to be a big . . .” Beth glanced at Z and then her husband. “. . . a big sister?” Yes, Beth thought. Because that’s what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. “Yes, she is,” Bella said as she wiped under her eyes and looked back at Z. “She is so ready.” “My brother.” Z shoved out his palm, his scarred face in a half smile, his yellow eyes warm. “Congratulations.” Instead of shaking anything, Wrath shoved that ultrasound picture into his Brother’s face. “Do you see him? See my son? He’s big, right, Beth?” She kissed Nalla’s supersoft hair. “Yes.” “Big and healthy, right?” Beth laughed some more. “Big and healthy. Absolutely perfect.” “Perfect!” Wrath bellowed. “And this is a doctor saying it—I mean, she went to medical school.” Even Z started laughing at that point. Beth gave Nalla back to her parents. “And Dr. Sam told me she’s delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career—” “See!” Wrath yelled. “She knows these things. My son is perfect! Where’s the champagne? Fritz! Get the fucking champagne!”

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Book:The King
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“Ah, hell. His peripheral vision was working far too well tonight. His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-the-ass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad. Not that Qhuinn was bitter. Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed. Nah. Nope. Not at all. The Cocksucker- With a wince, he thought maybe he should switch that insult to something a little farther away from what the two of them ... God, he couldn't even go there. Not if he wanted to breathe.”

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Book:Lover Reborn
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“Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light. Holding it against your palm, you were full of optimism for what it would be like in the field, and you couldn't wait to try it out. Except those first couple of nights out were usually awkward as you got used to it and it got used to you. Over time, the steel lost its brand-new gleam, and the hilt became stained, and maybe you nicked the shit out of the thing a couple of times. What you got in return, however, saved your life: Once the pair of you were well acquainted, it became such a part of you that it was an extension of your own arm. It protected you and gave you a means to protect your brothers; it provided you with the confidnece and the power to face whatever came out of the night; and wherever you went, it stayed with you, right over your heart, always there when you needed it. You had to keep the blade up, however. And rewrap the hilt from time to time. And double-check the weight. Funny...all of that was well, duh when it came to weapons. Why hadn't it dawned on him that matings were the same? (From the thoughts of Vishous)”

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Book:Lover Unleashed
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“Mary.” Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. “Lassiter?” “I’m over here.” “Where?” She looked all around. “Why is your voice echoing?” “Chimney.” “What?” “I’m stuck in the fucking chimney.” She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. “Lass? What the hell are you doing up there?” His voice emanated from somewhere above her. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” “What are you—” An arm came down. A very sooty arm that was encased in a red sleeve that had white trim. Or what had been white trim and which was now smudged with ash. “You’re stuck!” she exclaimed. “And thank God no one lit this fire!” “You’re telling me,” he muttered in his disembodied voice. “I had to blow out Fritz’s match like a hundred times before he gave up. Fuck, that sounds dirty. Anyway, just remind me never to try to be Santa for your kid, okay? I’m not doing this again, even for her.” Mary stretched a little farther in, but the logs on the hearth stopped her. “Lassiter. Why can’t you free yourself by dematerializing—” “I’m impaled on a hook that’s iron. I can’t go ghost. And will you just take this?” “What?” “This.” He turned his hand toward her and there was…a box…in it? A small navy blue box. “Open it. And before you ask, I already cleared it with your pinheaded hellren. He’s not jel or anything.” Mary sat back and shook her head. “I’m more worried about you—” “Justopenthefuckingthingalready.” Taking off the top, she found a slightly smaller box inside. That was velvet. “What is this?” As she lifted the lid, she…gasped. It was a pair of diamond earrings. A pair of perfectly matched, sparkly, diamond… “A mother’s tears,” Lassiter’s slightly echo-y voice said softly. “So hard, so beautiful. I told you everything was going to be all right. And those are to remind you of how strong you are, how strong your love for your daughter is…how, even in the worst of times, things have a way of working out as they should.” Blinking away tears, she thought of her crying in the foyer in front of the angel, crying because all had been lost. “They’re just beautiful,” she said hoarsely. -Lassiter & Mary”

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Book:Blood Vow
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“This was why people got mated, Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart, they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no could walk on-and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down, no match could torch up, no passage of years could degrade. That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this.”

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Book:Lover Avenged
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“Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.”

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Book:Lover Unbound
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“Are you holding her?” Wrath asked. There was a pause. “As soon as I get this bow tied in the back—hold on, girlie. Okay, up you go. She’s in a pink dress that Cormia made her by hand. I hate pink. I like it on her, though—but keep that to yourself.” Wrath flexed his hands. “What’s it like?” “Not totally hating pink? Pretty fuck—ehrm, frickin’ emasculating.” “Yeah.” “Do not tell me Lassiter’s been metrosexualizing even you. I heard he talked Manello into going for a pedicure with him—but I’m praying that’s just gossip.” -Wrath & Zsadist”

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Book:The King
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“Well,” Ehlena said awkwardly, “I can answer the question about my favorite color if you like. Might keep things from getting too heavy.” Rehv shook himself back into gear. “And what would it be?” Ehlena cleared her throat a little. “My favorite color is…amethyst.” Rehv smiled until his cheeks hurt. “I think that’s a great color for you to like. A perfect color.” -Ehlena & Rehv”

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Book:Lover Avenged
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“There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet. It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night.”

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Book:Lover at Last
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“Il paziente, intanto, fece un bel respiro tutto da solo. Poi un altro. E un altro ancora. Poi quegli inquietanti occhi di diamante si posarono su di lei, e Jane smise di divincolarsi come soggiogata dalla sua forza di volontà. Ci fu un attimo di silenzio. Poi, in tono aspro, l'uomo a cui lei aveva salvato la vita pronunciò quattro parole che cambiarono tutto, cambiarono la sua vita, cambiarono il suo destino: «Lei. Viene. Con. Me.»”

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Book:Black Dagger Brotherhood Collection
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“Cristo, il fato ci sapeva fare quando doveva darti una lezione, anche se ti accorgevi sempre troppo tardi di averne bisogno: aveva passato decisamente troppo tempo ripiegato su se stesso, a rimuginare sul suo difetto fisico e sulla delusione che rappresentava per la sua famiglia e per la società. Per un sacco di tempo era stato un casino ambulante, un groviglio inestricabile, e Blay, che gli voleva bene, era stato risucchiato nel vortice.”

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Book:Lover at Last
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“«Ehilà, reginetta di bellezza, sei pronta?» la voce di Rhage lo raggiunse in bagno. «O hai in mente di depilarti le sopracciglia?» Qhuinn diede una rapida controllata alle basette con la mano. A posto. «Vaffanculo, Hollywood», strillò al di sopra del getto d'acqua. Chiuse il rubinetto e uscì dalla doccia, asciugandosi mentre tornava in camera da letto. Ritto accanto a un Tohr tutto sorridente, Rhage teneva le braccia dietro la schiena. «Bel modo di parlare al tuo cazzo di stilista.» Qhuinn li guardò torvo. «Se lì dietro avete un tessuto hawaiano vi uccido.» Rhage guardò Tohr, sogghignando. Quando l'altro fratello annuì, Hollywood tirò fuori quello che nascondeva dietro il corpo mastodontico. Qhuinn rimase impietrito. «Un momento… quello è uno…» «Smoking, credo che si chiami così», lo interruppe Rhage. «S–M–O–K–I–N–G.» «È della tua taglia», disse Tohr. «E Butch dice che lo stilista è il migliore su piazza.» «Ha lo stesso nome di un'automobile», bofonchiò Rhage. «Non ci si crede… uno tutto pieno di sé, con la puzza sotto il naso…» «Ehi, avete visto anche voi Honey Boo Boo?» chiese Lassiter, piombando nella stanza. «Woooow, bello smoking…» «Solo perché insisti ad accendere la tele su quell'orrore di reality nella sala del biliardo.» Hollywood si voltò proprio mentre V entrava dietro l'angelo. «Qhuinn non sapeva nemmeno cos'era, Vishous.» «Lo smoking?» V si accese una delle sue sigarette rollate a mano. «Per forza. È un vero maschio.» «Allora vuol dire che Butch è una ragazza», fece notare Rhage. «Perché l'ha comprato lui.» «Ehi, quanta gente, siamo già nel pieno della festa», esclamò Trez, sopraggiungendo insieme ad iAm. «Oh, bello smoking. Non è un Tom Ford?» «Non era un Dick Chrysler?», scherzò Rhage. «O un Harry GM… no, aspetta, questa suona come una battutaccia…» «Meglio che ti vesti, Raperonzolo.» V controllò l'orologio. «Non abbiamo molto tempo.» «Questo sì che è un signor smoking», sentenziò Phury, spalancando la porta insieme a Z. «Ne ho uno identico.» «Fritz ha già acceso le candele», annunciò Rehv alle spalle dei gemelli. «Ehi, bello smoking. Ne ho uno identico.» «Anch'io», ribadì Phury. «Il taglio è fantastico, vero?» «Le spalle, giusto? Tom Ford è il migliore…» Un pandemonio. Totale. Assoluto. Osservando la scena, con tutti quei vampiri che parlavano uno sopra l'altro, dandosi il cinque e scambiandosi pacche sul sedere, Qhuinn rimase per un attimo senza fiato. Poi abbassò gli occhi sull'anello che gli aveva regalato Blay. Avere una famiglia era… proprio, incredibilmente meraviglioso. «Grazie», disse piano. Tutti si bloccarono di colpo, voltandosi verso di lui e guardandolo, immobili, in perfetto silenzio. Fu Z a prendere la parola, con gli occhi gialli che brillavano. «Mettiti il vestito della festa. Ci vediamo giù di sotto, playboy.» Le pacche sulle spalle si sprecarono via via che tutti, uscendo, lo salutavano. Poi Qhuinn rimase da solo con il suo smoking. «Coraggio, diamoci una mossa», disse all'abito.”

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Book:Lover at Last
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“Più tardi, molto più tardi, lui si sarebbe ricordato di quel momento tra loro…sembrava dover durare per sempre, allungarsi verso l’infinito. Tutti i dettagli si impressero nella sua memoria, dalla scintilla nei suoi occhi alla lucentezza dei capelli, dal modo in cui sorrideva al rossore sulle guance. I ricordi diventano speciali quando sono tutto quello che ti rimarrà dell’amata.”

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Book:The Shadows
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