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“She was just ordinary. From her horse's-mane hair to her sturdy, practical feet, she'd never turned men's heads. Oh, she wasn't ill-favored- her features were regular enough- but she knew, too, that she wasn't the sort of woman whom men flirted with. Whom men stared at. She'd had a few admirers in the past, but they hadn't been a multitude. She was unremarkable. The Duke of Montgomery was anything but. Perhaps, then, that was what drew him to her- her very normality. Val was just quixotic enough to become fascinated- for a short time- by the prosaic. That was quite a depressing thought, but Bridget faced it practically. She knew that whatever else happened they were not meant to be together for any length of time.”

OrdinarinessVal NapierBridget Crumb
Book:Duke of Sin
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“Around back of the stables she saw a group of boys, surrounding something on the ground. As she gasped, a boy- a great big fellow, nearly as big as a man- drew back his leg and kicked. The thing on the ground yelped. "No!" Bridget shouted, but she was drowned out by a gunshot. She turned to see the Duke of Montgomery, standing in his shirt-sleeves and pink embroidered waistcoat and breeches, hip cocked, a smoking pistol held almost negligently aloft in his left hand. He smiled, as sweetly as an adder baring its fangs, at the boys. "Won't you please vacate this area?" The boys seemed frozen by surprise- or stark fear. The duke tilted his head and his smile dropped from his face, leaving it blank- and somehow much more frightening. "Now.”

Val NapierRescuing
Book:Duke of Sin
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“His face might've been carved by a Greek sculptor, so perfect were his cheekbones, lips, and nose. His eyes were of the clearest azure. His curling hair was the color of polished guineas and quite gorgeous- which the duke obviously knew, since he wore it long, unpowdered, and tied at the nape of his neck with an enormous black bow. He wore an elegant purple velvet coat over a cloth-of-gold waistcoat embroidered in black and crimson. Fountains of lace fell from wrists and throat as he lounged in a winged armchair, one long leg thrust forward. Diamonds on the buckles of his shoes glinted in the candlelight. His Grace was urbane male sophistication personified- but anyone who therefore dismissed him as harmless was a rank fool. The Duke of Montgomery was as deadly as a coiled adder discovered suddenly at one's feet.”

Masculine BeautyVal NapierDuke
Book:Duke of Sin
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“Not only had his housekeeper attempted to steal from him, but she'd refused to answer his questions, and- he surveyed the servants sent to wait upon him- if he wasn't mistaken she'd made sure to hide away the comeliest of his maids and footmen. Did she think him a satyr? Well, perhaps she wasn't entirely mistaken in her judgement... Val smirked as he shed his banyan- the only article of clothing he wore- and sauntered nude to the bath. He crooked a finger at the eldest and most worldly-looking of the footmen. If Mrs. Crumb thought to curtail his bedsport, she was going to be sadly disappointed.”

Val NapierBridget CrumbSatyr
Book:Duke of Sin
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“The corners of her mouth drooped and he felt an odd panicked twinge somewhere in that empty space where a heart might dwell in other people. "The trouble," Eve said, "is that I've never been able to tell when you're lying to me and when you're not. It wouldn't matter, I suppose, but that you don't care if you lie to me or not. And I do. I used to not. Or maybe I used to tell myself I didn't care. But Val," she said softly, looking at him with his own eyes, "now I do." She turned and, taking Makepeace's arm, very quietly left the room with her fiancé. And it was a very good thing, Val thought, that he hadn't a heart. Because it might've broken then.”

Val NapierBrother And SisterSibling LossEve Dinwoody
Book:Duke of Sin
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“As she pulled the covers over her cold nose, Bridget wondered sleepily why she hadn't simply agreed to help the Duke of Kyle in whatever way she could. He was obviously working for good and Montgomery... well, he worked only for himself, didn't he? He was on the side of evil. Why hadn't she betrayed him when she was given the opportunity? She thought about the way he'd touched her- the way it had made her feel like a woman. Had she sold her own honor for a handful of kisses, a bite, and a lick? Or was it because of his gaze when he'd told her to fuck the rules, when he'd turned aside from threatening Kyle at her touch, when he'd called her a ridiculous, exotic name? When he'd looked at her and seen her as a person, not just a servant?”

Val NapierBridget Crumb
Book:Duke of Sin
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“She used to be so frightened when they were young. Like a pale little ghost, slipping into the shadows, hiding from their vicious elders, trying not to be noticed. He'd saved her once. Swept her away like a prince in a fairy tale, but that was long ago and far away and perhaps no longer mattered. How were such things counted among normal people? For she'd thawed. He could see that now. She was no longer that frozen, scared little girl afraid to be noticed. Afraid to live. He supposed he should thank Makepeace for that. For taking his Eve, his sister, and blowing warm life into her.”

Baby SisterVal NapierGrown UpEve And AsaEve Dinwoody
Book:Duke of Sin
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“Need to taste you." Ellis lifted her up, his hands branding her thighs, and placed her down on the armchair, kneeling before her. He slicked kisses down her stomach, down the apex of her thighs. Rosemary let out a needy sob when he blew softly on the wet seam of her pussy, making her writhe. The way he looked up at her, her legs wound around him, was almost enough to make her come apart. His eyes didn't leave hers as he sucked on the pearl of her clit, his tongue driving into the heat of her cunt. Rosemary moaned, her fingers tangling in Ellis's hair, holding him in place. "Be a good girl and come on my tongue," he ordered, and with growing pace he fucked her with his fingers, too, arching inside her, pressing down on that perfect spot. Rosemary cried out, hoping that the closed door would muffle her voice as she bucked, seeing stars, riding Ellis's face and tongue until her orgasm abated.”

DominantCunnilingusPower PlaySexy Words
Book:Love at First Fright
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