His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.

Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied

I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.

You do realise modern social mores exist for a reason?" "I was hungry, allowances should be made.

Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said

Alexia suspected Lord Maccon's handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the sensation. After all, how often did a spinster of her shelf life get manhandled by an earl of Lord Maccon's peerage? She had better take advantage of the situation.

Biffy said, off the cuff, "Or we could find a replacement queen." "Volunteering for the position?" "Why, Professor, is that wittiness I detect?" "Only for you." "Charmer." Biffy tapped him on the arm playfully.