Quotes by : Angela Quarles

You will be the death of me, woman.

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

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....

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....

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

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....

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