Then her eyes narrowed. The sun was spilling in the window behind her and Dageus's eyes were golden, dappled with darker flecks. Smoky and sensual, fringed by thick dark lashes, but gold nonetheless. "What is with your eyes?" she exclaimed. "Is it part of being a Druid?" "What color are they?" he asked warily. "Gold." He flashed her another unguarded smile. It was like basking in the sun, she thought, tracing her fingers over his beard-shadowed jaw, smiling helplessly back.
Karen Marie MoningThe sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his faceโas if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.
Karen Marie MoningDriving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.
Karen Marie MoningShe understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.
Karen Marie MoningI'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.
Karen Marie MoningPretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.
Karen Marie MoningEvery time I think Iโm getting smarter I realize that Iโve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who donโt know, and donโt know they donโt know; those who donโt know and do know they donโt know; and those who know and know how much they still donโt know. Heavy stuff, I know. I think Iโve finally graduated from the donโt-knows that donโt know to the donโt-knows that do.
Karen Marie Moning