It wasnโt even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angelsโ and yes, all those annoying little cupidsโwished to use for embellishment.
Julia QuinnWhen the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.
Julia QuinnThere,โ she said triumphantly. โLike that.โ He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. โLike what?โ โThat! What you just said.โ He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldnโt speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.
Julia QuinnI am going to kill you," he hissed. She gulped. "Don't you want to lecture me first?" He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction. "I take that back," he said with precisely clipped words. "First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you." "Here?" she asked doubtfully, looking around. "Won't my dead body look suspicious in the morning?
Julia Quinn