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loveharlequin · 2 years
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She looked up and was caught by his dark brown gaze. Green flecks like dark jewels. How many times had she dreamt of these eyes? How many times had she coveted this gaze on her, only to feel it and flee like a coward? His gaze was on her now and it was scorching her alive.
Abby Green A Shadow of Guilt
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loveharlequin · 8 years
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"He's the one who smiles." She'd stored every one of his smiles in her memory, like sweet apples in a cellar--horded, almost, as if against a coming famine.
Kathleen O'Brien A Forgotten Magic
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loveharlequin · 8 years
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His voice had become a husky purr, and with every breath the musky male scent of his body was drugging her senses. Maddy found herself gazing up into those deep-set agate eyes, mesmerized by the sensual spell he was weaving around her. How could she think straight when he was so close?
Susanne McCarthy Forsaking All Others
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loveharlequin · 8 years
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She was lost in a terrifying sea of pain and drained of fight and anger. She could never recall experiencing such bitter turmoil. At the back of her mind she knew that, regardless of everything, running away wasn't going to take the pain of self-betrayal away. That pain was going to stay with her for a long time.
Lynne Graham A Savage Betrayal
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loveharlequin · 8 years
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He bent and kissed her, and the world shifted from under her feet. How could she have remembered the taste of his mouth? He had only kissed her a few times before, yet his taste was as familiar as the beat of his heart beneath her hand as she clutched his shirt. Was she clutching shirt? She was.
Sandra Marton Roman Spring
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loveharlequin · 8 years
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As her eyes met his, the voices around them evaporated, like mist under a too bright sun. Her senses registered only Edan, the way his gray eyes were almost black, the way her body fit perfectly between his strong thighs. The way the heavy odor of wisteria braided with the masculine sweat of him, and the way his heart drummed against her breast. His body lay heavily on her, and though it paralyzed her, it was a weight she remembered, a weight that felt more wonderful than freedom, more necessary than air.
Kathleen O'Brien Between Mist and Midnight
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