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“She ceased to breathe. When he leaned forward and his lips fluttered against hers, her footing became unsteady and she stumbled. He placed a hand on her lower back to steady her and pulled her close. Her breasts met his hard torso and she became aware at how frantically her heart beat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in the kiss as their lips met. They explored each other with a sort of fascination, mouth and tongues claiming each other in their hunger. Delicately at first, as if not sure this was real or just a fantasy, and then strong and unyielding. Demanding this moment to never end.”
Source: Dark Velvet
“She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities, though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her feelings; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature, by the testimony so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition in so amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all, above respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of good will which could not be overlooked. It was gratitude.--Gratitude not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough, to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection. He who, she had been persuaded, would avoid her as his greatest enemy, seemed, on this accidental meeting, most eager to preserve the acquaintance, and without any indelicate display of regard, or any peculiarity of manner, where their two selves only were concerned, was soliciting the good opinion of her friends, and bent on making her known to his sister. Such a change in a man of so much pride, excited not only astonishment but gratitude--for to love, ardent love, it must be attributed; and as such its impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no means unpleasing, though it could not exactly be defined.”
Source: Pride and Prejudice
“She certainly hadn't planned to sleep with anyone. But Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy had approached and it had been over for her.”
Source: Enemy Mine
“She challenged me for a game of Scrabble. I did not refuse. How could I? It was like she was telling me – I want to have a word with you.”
Source: Unleash That River
“She changed the locks on my condo... packed all my stuff up and threatened to throw it out… And she's holding my dog hostage.”
Source: Christmas with an Angel
“She changes everything she touches. And everything she touches changes.”
Source: Dreaming the Dark
“She chanted the incantation as purifying white flames consumed her body. Dying, she prayed her invocation would destroy the Atrox.
Her heartbeat slowed and something let go. She rose above her apartment into the night. Death was nothing more than the separation of the body from the mind. Joy transported her and she embraced the white moonlight.”
Source: The Talisman
“She chased after her dream with much desire, but when she got to close to her expectations, well the dream burned up like paper in fire.”
“She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark land planted with musical staves and rests and grown thick with briars of annotation. On she went and on still until she caught sight of the song ahead of her, fleeting and sly. “I see it,” she said aloud, though she didn’t mean to.”
Source: Fiddler's Green
“She chastised me roundly for my "failings". I prefer to call them uneven successes.”
Source: The Moriarty Papers: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes's Great Nemesis, Compiled by Colonel Sebasian Moran
“She checked her Fitbit again and saw her pulse was now up to one-twenty. She chugged down the rest of her latte, anyway. Living dangerously.”
Source: The Outsider
“She chews her lip, staring into my eyes. "Okay... Why did you kiss me in Austin?" I laugh softly and she frowns. "Sorry. That one's too easy." My gaze flicks to her mouth and back. "I'd wanted to kiss you ever since Quinton suggested playing spin the bottle, and by that night in your room, I'd run out of willpower to fight it.”
Source: Between the Lines: The Complete Series
“She chiseled him into a provider, erasing the lover he once was, leaving shards of their lost passion behind.”
“She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.”
Source: A Million Doorways
“She chose to freeze her heart, and then stored it deep inside her freezer.
She will let it there until she is ready.”
Source: Denting Lara
“She chucked something onto the bed. A little gold amulet of pearl and cloudy blue stone. 'This got me out of the Prison. Wear it in, and they can never keep you.'
I didn't touch the amulet.
'Allow me to make one thing clear,' Amren said, bracing both hands on the carved wooden footboard. 'I do not give that amulet lightly. But you may borrow it, while you do what needs to be done, and return it to me when you are finished. If you keep it, I will find you, and the results won't be pretty. But it is yours to use in the Prison.'
By the time my fingers brushed the cool metal and stone, she'd walked out the door.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“She chuckled, and smiled, and realized that perhaps it was best not to share too much, at least not yet. Feeding slices of her life to her best friend over a long period of time could be the best way to keep him from choking.”
Source: High Flying
“She chuckled and thought he was a pretentious buffoon. Manhattan had been lost for days. If he had not been hiding out on Long Island with his head up his ass, he’d know that.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“She chuckles and it’s borderline embarrassing how happy I feel finally getting her to laugh.”
Source: Icebreaker
“She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying”
Source: Hush, Hush
“She cleared her throat and asked, “Do you have a preference?”
Christ, was she insane?
“I’d love to feel at least one part of you without latex between us.”
Source: No Strings
“She cleared her throat, let go of the rail, and stood up straighter.
“Because I have come here today to ask you to marry me.”
His lips twitched.
“It is not funny,” she cried. It was, of course, but she did not wish to be laughed at. Particularly when he had not answered.
“You must admit, it is a little funny. To an outside party, we must be exceedingly comical.”
“Yes, well, it is the worry of an outside party that is the reason we are here in the first place,” she muttered, looking down at her feet.
A finger was placed gently under her chin, lifting her head up.
“Pray, continue.” His dark eyes were serious, his lips playful. It was an irresistible combination. “It is the first time I have been proposed to and I must admit I find the experience intriguing.”
Her eyes flashed. “I have already asked. It is now your turn to answer.”
His amused expression deepened.
“Oh, no. You have not asked. You merely announced your intention to ask. There is a large difference between stating the purpose of your visit and posing the question. Wouldn’t you say?”
Source: Mistakes Not to Make When Avoiding a Rake
“She clenched her fist in his T-shirt, put her other arm around those too-broad, too-real shoulders. When he tried to pull away, she held on tight. Kami felt the surrender in his mind a moment before he laid his face in the curve of her neck. The whole world was so real it hurt. Kami whispered into Jared's hair, "I'm always on your side.”
Source: Unspoken (The Lynburn Legacy Book 1)
“She clenched her fists. "I believe, milord, that I have endured my full limit of male tyranny."
"I am afraid, milady, that you will have to become accustomed to it. It is the way of things, here in the world beyond your cloister." He turned her forward and nudged her to continue down the stairs. "This world would fall into chaos if women were allowed to do whatever they wished.”
Source: His Stolen Bride
“She clenches the crystal necklace that Dagna gave me, the one I always wear. “Never lose this, Harmony. It is a symbol of the beginning. The power that still lingers inside it will help you, but even as it fades, the memory of everything until now will carry you as if it were still strong.”
Source: Sacrifice: A New Dawn
“She climbed into the carriage and sat down across from the other lady. Pip hopped inside.
Miss Royle smiled down at the terrier. "Oh, what a sweet little dog!"
Pip wagged his tail and placed his front paws on Miss Royle's skirts for a pat and Bridget began to suspect he was a flirt.”
Source: Duke of Sin
“She climbed into the shuttle and got in his personal space. “Who are you working for?”
The man spat in her face.
She rolled her eyes and wiped the spittle off her cheek. Then she punched him square across the jaw before grabbing him by the throat. “WHO are you working for?”
Source: Dissonance
“She closed her eyes, and as had been her habit over these past couple of days, she began to imagine possible past histories and what she might have done to change them into the new one in which she lived, either inadvertently, or out of a misguided attempt to play God and make the world a better place, or, worse, with malice aforethought. Any time she spent in the past would have been clipped out of history, as neatly as if it had never happened, because it hadn't happened.”
Source: Version Control
“She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so many times before and went in search of something new, no longer wanting a song fed on pain or guilt. She needed one that could replace those wounds with strength, with resolve, with confidence. She needed a song that could not only assuage, but heal and build anew. The notes stumbled around the room, tripping over beds and empty stools and hollow men sleeping. They warbled and fell, haphazard, chaotic, settling without flight. Fin’s forehead creased and she persisted. She let her fingers wander, reached out with her mind. She chased the fleeting song she’d glimpsed once before. In Madeira she’d felt a hint of it: something wild, untameable, a thing sprung whole and flawless from the instant of creation.”
Source: Fiddler's Green
“She closed her eyes and drifted, not away from herself—but into everything she had forgotten.”
Source: Awakening the Four Powers
“She closed her eyes and felt him inside her skin. Where he was vibrant and smart and irreverent and loving. She saw his smile, heard his laugh. Felt his hands. Felt his body. Now he was gone. But he hadn't left. And she sometimes wondered if that was him, beating on her heart. And she wondered what would happen if he stopped. Every night she came here. Parked. And stared at the window. Hoping to see some sign of life.”
Source: How the Light Gets In
“She closed her eyes and held all her dreams between her fingers like a dandelion and just blew it. She smiled watching it fly through the air, making everything look beautiful around her while a tear rolled down her cheek.”
“She closed her eyes and in her last moment felt only warmth.
Only love.”
Source: A Light in the Mist
“She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning. 'Nice', he said. 'As graceful as a falling snowflake.”
Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass
“She closed her eyes and listened to the drone of bees as they moved lazily among the flowering bursts of deep pink hydrangea and delicate tendrils of sweet pea that wound through the basket-bed borders. Although she was still very weak, it was pleasant to sit in warm lethargy, half-drowsing like a cat.
She was slow to respond when she heard a sound from the doorway... a single light rap, as if the visitor was reluctant to disrupt her reverie with a loud knock. Blinking her sun-dazzled eyes, Annabelle remained sitting with her legs tucked beneath her. The mass of light speckles gradually faded from her vision, and she found herself staring at Simon Hunt's dark, lean form. He had leaned part of his weight on the doorjamb, bracing a shoulder against it in an unselfconsciously rakish pose. His head was slightly tilted as he considered her with an unfathomable expression.
Annabelle's pulse escalated to a mad clatter. As usual, Hunt was dressed impeccably, but the gentlemanly attire did nothing to disguise the virile energy that seemed to emanate from him. She recalled the hardness of his arms and chest as he had carried her, the touch of his hands on her body... oh, she would never be able to look at him again without remembering!
"You look like a butterfly that's just flown in from the garden," Hunt said softly.”
Source: Secrets of a Summer Night
“She closed her eyes and listened to the whispers in her soul.”
Source: The Dream Haunters
“She closed her eyes and prayed, prayed that he may still run after her and tell her to come back. He didn't and she kept walking. She began to cry. She felt lost. She felt confused. How could a love so pure be so corrupt? How could heaven turn into hell in a blink of an eye. Never one to pray, she couldn't help but look up at the night sky and ask God, is this it for me? Is it my curse to always have this emptiness in my soul?”
Source: Tajrish
“She closed her eyes and pushed her head into the dog's fur so she wouldn't see what terrified her and filled her with longing at the same time.”
Source: I Served the King of England
“She closed her eyes briefly, feeling sick. Olivia had experienced strangulation before. Having to look directly into the face of the person who was killing you made the experience beyond awful. But there were worse things than that. Staring into the void of unresolved memory, living an eternal mystery, waking up night after night seeing the face of someone you desperately wanted to save but having not the slightest clue how to do it—all that was worse. If going through with this experience gave her the answers she needed, if it gave her peace, it would be well worth one-hundred-and-thirty seconds of fear and pain.”
Source: Cold Touch
“She closed her eyes. She remembered the chlorine-scented disappointment of finishing second. 'It was a lot of pressure.”
Source: The Midnight Library
“She closed her eyes. She wasn't sure if it was sleep that waited for her there or simply the darkness on the inside of her eyelids. She retreated into that blank darkness and wondered how it could feel so horrible to feel nothing at all.”
Source: Terra Nova
“She closed her eyes, silently continuing the pleas that she be given words that might soothe, words that would begin the healing of bereaved parents. She had seen, when she entered the kitchen, the chasm of sorrow that divided man and wife already, each deep in their own wretched suffering, neither knowing what to say to the other. She knew that to begin to talk about what had happened was a key to acknowledging their loss, and that such acceptance would in turn be a means to enduring the days and months ahead.”
Source: Messenger of Truth
“She closed her eyes, trying to remember the photos that had hung on the walls. She had passed these pictures every day, but now she only remembered them vaguely--her parents on their wedding day, her mother in a garden, her family at Knott's Berry Farm. How had she not memorized them? Or maybe she had once but she was beginning to forget. Did the house smell different because her mother's scent was gone? Or had she just forgotten how her mother smelled?”
Source: The Mothers
“She closed her eyes, dark-lidded, dark shadows beneath them; she really was older, not the glancing-eyed girl I had fallen in love with but no less beautiful for that; beautiful now in a way that less excited my senses than tore at my very heart.”
Source: The Secret History: A Novel
“She closed her eyes. "I didn't know that. i didn't know anything. It scares me the things I told myself. But I would have told myself almost anything, because I wanted to believe him." "Why?" "Because I wanted to be with you.”
Source: My Name Is Memory
“She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.”
Source: City of Lost Souls
“She closed one eye and looked at me and said, "I know there is a blessing in this somewhere." It is worth living long enough to outlast whatever sense of grievance you may acquire. Another reason why you must be careful of your health.”
“She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.”
Source: The Goose Girl
“She closed the distance between them and gave him a tentative hug. He was liberally cologned, with a scent that incited bewildering memories. She circled him, not knowing why. She had only met him a few weeks back, yet tonight, something about him triggered old memories, of a time, a person.
Maybe not.
What she did know, he lacked that special ingredient that moved her. Dull as ditch water. He was sufficiently polite, but that was about all she could say. –Michael Benzehabe, from the novel Unassimilated”
“She closed the first-aid tin and returned it to the shelf.
'You're all fixed.'
Hubert gingerly traced a finger over the cut above his eye.
'Thank you, thank you very much.'
The young woman smiled.
'You're welcome Mr . . . in all that kerfuffle I don't think you actually told me your name.'
'Hubert, Hubert Bird. And yours?'
A faint smile played on her lips as they shook hands.
'Joyce,' she replied, 'Joyce Pierce.”