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“What?” he asked, finishing the second of his nine-ounce steaks, medium rare. “Why are you looking at me that way?” [...] I sighed theatrically, resting my chin on my cupped hands and bracing my elbows on the table. “You are too gorgeous, you know?” I said it just loud enough that the people who’d been watching us surreptitiously could hear me. Unholy laughter lit his eyes—telling me he’d been noticing the looks we’d been getting. But his face was completely serious, as he purred, “So. Am I worth what you paid for me, baby?” I loved it when he played along with me. I sighed again, a sound that I drew up from my toes, a contented, happy sound. I’d get him back for that “baby.” Just see if I didn’t. “Oh, yes,” I told our audience. “I’ll tell Jesse that she was right. Go for the sexy beast, she told me. If you’re going to shell out the money, don’t settle.” He threw back his head and laughed until he had to wipe tears of hilarity off his face. “Jeez, Mercy,” he said. “The things you say.” Then he leaned across the table and kissed me. A while later he pulled back, grinned at me, and sat back in his chair. I had to catch my breath before I spoke. “Best five bucks I ever spent,” I told him fervently.”

Quote by Patricia Briggs

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River Marked

This book is a part of a fantasy series, featuring a protagonist navigating a world filled with magical creatures and ancient lore. The story delves into the protagonist's journey as they uncover secrets and face challenges that test their resolve and abilities. more

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Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggs

Patricia Briggs is an American author known for her works in the fantasy and science fiction genres. Born in 1965, she began publishing her works in 1993. Briggs' novels are celebrated for their complex characters and engaging plots. more

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