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“Why did you leave me?How could you do that to me?That note you left didn`t explain,didn`t tell me anything,just said you were going and not coming back and not to look for you.Not look for you!How could you think i wouldn`t?Did you really believe I´d let you go like that?You must have known i would go crazy,wondering where you were,what was happening to you...you must have known what you had done to me,vanishing like that." -Domenico Alessandros”

“Jason was slumped behind the desk, his face buried in his hands. She couldn’t bear to see him like this, and moved to the back of his chair to pull his head back against her breasts. She caressed his temples to soothe him. ‘Oh God, Eden,’ he turned his face against her. ‘Don’t torture me any more, I can’t stand it.’ ‘I don’t mean to, Jason.’ Her softened gaze rested on his bent head. ‘I only went to see Gary to—’ ‘I don’t want to know!’ he said fiercely, swinging the leather chair round to look at her. ‘Whatever there is between you two I don’t want to know about it!”

“As I drifted along with my bodiless invisibility, I felt myself more and more becoming an empty, floating shape, seeing without being seen and walking without the interference of those grosser creatures who shared my world. It was not an experience completely without interest or even pleasure. The clown's shibboleth of "here we are again" took on a new meaning for me as I felt myself a novitiate of a more rarified order of harlequinry. ("The Last Feast Of The Harlequin")”

“Her face flushed, her eyes flared and she poked him in the chest. "Ach, I had nae caution, you brastling gaupie! What about you? You recklessly left the sword out when there are children around!" Anger crackled in every fibre of her body. He felt it. He saw it in the flash of her hair, the light of her eyes. But she was standing right in front of him and she was so very whole. "Reckless!" He grabbed her arms and yanked her to him. "I'll show you reckless!”

“Such cool courtesy, Alicia!' Jean-Marc drawled with soft mockery. "Where is the Snow Queen now?' 'Marshalling her forces!' she snapped. 'Have I scattered them, cherie?' he murmured. 'No, you have not!' she said angrily. 'I just didn't expect to have to fight when I arrived here! This is a romantic weekend for me!' "Not any more,' he drawled. "From the minute I kissed you this afternoon, it became war. Our war, Alicia. Our private war..." -JeanMark & Alicia”

“At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dressed in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern. After midnight the clock begins once more to fold in upon itself. The face lightens and the clouds return. The number of juggled balls decreases until the juggler himself vanishes. By noon it is a clock again, and no longer a dream.”

“My stories are known for featuring fun, fearless Cosmopolitan-type heroines as well as delicious, dangerous heroes synonymous with Harlequin. Afterburn and Aftershock will be no exception. I'm excited to share these sizzling new romances with readers and to do so hand in hand with Harlequin and Cosmopolitan, beloved brands known for giving women exactly what they want.”