Quotes by : Angela Quarles

She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. “How can you be so calm?” He got to his....

Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?

He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he’d seen the humor in life? And....

Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie,....

The door opened, held by the butler, and Lord Montagu swept into the room, his presence overwhelming....

She straightened and crossed her arms. “I can’t sleep with you,” she blurted.… “As you please.”“As....

She needed a distraction. “Was that your mother?” The splashing stopped. “Are you going to converse....

I believe I was about to do this." He angled his head and nibbled on her lower lip. A small moan escaped....

She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching....

His heat, his erotic pull—she could feel it. A weird, pulsing, virtual pull tugging at her skin, her....