Quotes by : Angela Quarles

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

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

Her passion for these items lit her eyes. The claws for instinct and desire gripped him. Her passion....

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

The rapid pulse in her wrist vibrated against his lips. His own rhythm matching the jumps in her heartbeat.....

The pulse visible in the pale column of her neck vibrated faster, her intoxicating scent washed over....

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

If only she had lived back then... experienced a real ball... not this play-acting. "Wouldn't that be....

He crushed her mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. A kiss that made her stomach drop away.

Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way.” She nodded, shuffled closer,....