Lucy swayed in shock. A gust of wind moaned through the conservatory and blew out all but one of her candles. Simon must have done this. Heโd destroyed his fairyland conservatory. Why? She sank to her knees, huddled on the cold floor, her one remaining flame cradled in her numb palms. Sheโd seen how tenderly Simon had cared for his plants. Remembered the look of pride when sheโd first discovered the dome and fountain. For him to have smashed all this . . . He must have lost hope. All hope.
Elizabeth HoytYou say my name like a lover, so soft, so sweet. I want to lick the word from your lips, sip the exhaled breath from your mouth. I want to possess you utterly. Right now. Right here.
Elizabeth HoytFinally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. " love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why canโt you say it, Hero?"
Elizabeth HoytI think I do pretty well with child characters. It's hard to write kids that are realistic, not annoying, and bring something to the story.
Elizabeth HoytGriffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefieldโs outraged eyes. โWe seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sisterโs hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission, Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may well be carrying my child. And if you think that Iโll give up either her or our babe, you have not done nearly enough research into my character or history.
Elizabeth HoytShe swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr. O'Connor's voice. Why should a man already devilishly handsome also have a voice that could charm birds from the sky? It simply wasn't fair.
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