“I just wanted to say—” Alaric broke off. What did he want to say? Talasyn blinked up at him. “Yes?” I am sorry for everything. I liked writing to you. I won’t let my father hurt you. I know we agreed that it’s simply physical attraction between us, but sometimes—sometimes I think— Ever since we met, I have lived in a dream of what could be. But he could never tell her any of this.” LoveHeartacheYearningAlaricTalasyn Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising
“Hot. She felt too hot, too consumed by thoughts of Alaric Ossinast, her nerve endings scraped raw by the ghosts of touch. She closed her eyes in an attempt to meditate, to calm and center herself, but the darkness only brought him into sharper relief. She could almost smell him, all sandalwood and juniper and smoke. She could almost hear his harsh, ragged pants in her ear. As though he were there with her.” YearningArousalTalasyn Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising
“Now she was more dangerous than adorable, and he didn’t know how much more he could take, torn between shaking her for putting herself in danger with some harebrained notion of rescuing him and kissing her senseless for … for being her. For being his exasperating wife who looked so good in his clothes.” YearningAlaricTalasyn Book:A Monsoon Rising Source: A Monsoon Rising