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“His thumb smoothed over the tiny red marks the pins had made on her palm, and he brought her hand to his face to kiss the little sore spots. His voice curled hotly inside her palm. "Your hand smells like lemons." She opened her eyes and stared at him gravely. "I scrub my hands with lemon juice to remove the ink stains." The information seemed to amuse him, and lights of humor mixed with the heat in his gaze.”

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Suddenly You

Suddenly You is a compelling narrative that delves into the complexities of human emotions. The protagonist's unexpected transformation sets the stage for a narrative rich with introspection and the exploration of relationships. The novel's engaging prose and vivid character development make it a captivating read for those interested in the intricacies of personal transformation and the enduring power of love. more

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Lisa Kleypas
Lisa Kleypas

Lisa Kleypas, born in 1964, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won the hearts of numerous readers. more

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“He threw her a crooked grin as he removed his shirt completely, revealing a torso that seemed too perfectly muscular and finely honed to be real. Unbearable tension knotted inside her, and she struggled with inhibition and modesty as he bent over her. "Shall I stop now?" he asked, cuddling her against his long body. "I don't want to frighten you." Her cheek pressed against his shoulder, and she relished the exhilarating sensation of pressing her bare skin against his. She had never felt so vulnerable, so willing to be vulnerable. "I'm not afraid," she said, her voice dazed and wondering, and she withdrew her hands from between their bodies, so that her breasts pushed directly against his chest. An aching sound came from his throat, and he buried his face against her throat, kissing her, working his way downward.”

“He had never talked to her this way before, his soft voice underlaid with with steel. Amanda had no choice but to believe him. She wanted to rail and scream, her frustration escalating to an unbearable pitch. To her utter self-disgust, she found herself near tears, like the witless heroines of the sensation novels she had always enjoyed making jest of. Her mouth trembled as she struggled to control her explosive emotions. Jack saw that sign of weakness, and something in his face relaxed. "Don't cry. There is no need for tears, mhuirnin," he said in a gentler tone.”

“The word seemed to catch him off guard, and his entire face hardened. “Stop it,” he said quietly. He caught her as she backed away from him, his big hands closing around her. “I’m no damned boy, Amanda. I take care of my responsibilities, and as you know, I have a hell of a lot of them. I’m not a coward, a gambler, or a cheat. I’m loyal to the people I care about. I know of no other requirements for being a man.”

“my kind of king energy? a sensitive king. one with a vulnerable heart underneath all his dirty edges. my kind of king energy? a passionate king. an intense king. anything but nonchalant… and the way he catches fire makes my heart catch fire for him. my kind of king energy? a kind & compassionate king. an emotionally intelligent king. one whose energy feels so good that his soul can pull me in just as easily as his smile can.”