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Alone. It was such an insignificant word. Or it had been for centuries. He'd sought out the solitude, had slept away centuries in his cave without hesitation. And now? Now he hated the quiet. He detested being alone.

A memory, long buried, sprang up of her father warning her never to cross the stream and go into the forest. "The Dragonwood," she mumbled. How could she have forgotten the Dragonwood? Her father had explained that it wasn't their land, and that dangerous animals lurked in the shadows.

And here I thought that smile you wore was because of me.

And I guess I'm the assignment that will put you right with your family?" "Yes." "It's no' going to happen, lass." She turned her head to him. "Then why did you bring me with you tonight?" "Something I've been asking myself.

An enemy is always an enemy, even when they're an ally." - Taraeth

Are you going to take me for a ride or kiss me?" He was going to do both, but the ride wasn't going to be in his car. Kiril released her. "Get in.

Asher," she begged. His lips brushed her ear before he nipped the lobe. "I have a fever. It's for you, a ghràidh." "You make me burn." "Then we'll burn together.

At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table.

Baylon wasn't sure he could conceal his craving for her, the need that clawed and ripped through him to declare Jordyn as his. It would be a death sentence, but to live without her... that was also a death sentence.

By all that was holy, he wanted to kiss every inch of her at least a thousand times.

Daire drew in a breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent of the sea, sun, and lavender. And might. By the heavens, he craved her.

Darcy was floating, soaring. Warrick's kiss was sensual, carnal. It aroused her, inflamed her. His touch was just as wickedly delightful. His hands stroked her back, her butt, holding her tight, as if he couldn't fathom releasing her. She never wanted the kiss to end. It was too good, too ... perfect.

Dark Fae are evil. They do evil things to each other, but there is an unspoken rule that you never harm family." She held him tighter, wishing she could take away his pain with a hug. "Families hurt each other all the time.

Death chose each of us - both Dark and Light - for a reason. There can't be Light without Dark or Dark without Light.

Death was the judge. The Reapers were the executioners. Death was the one who decided who the Reapers would visit and exact their justice. The Reapers answered to just one entity - Death.

Don't stop," she pleaded with swollen lips. "Please, Guy, don't stop." The same hunger that ran through him had taken her as well. What kind of man would he be to leave her with such need?

Don't try to tell me it's because I'm scared, because the truth is the only time I'm not terrified is when I'm with you.

Don’t you want to experience the world? Find a man? Have sex? Because, I really, really want to have sex.

Doubt undermines the truth your heart senses."... "Search your heart," she whispered. "The answers are there, waiting. You have to be brave enough to see them.

Do you normally take the time to get to know those you’re sent to kill?

Dreagan is Scotland," Asher said. "The land draws you in a way you can no' begin to understand. You feel the majesty and magic of the ancient land. From the tallest mountain to the lowest valley, in the leaves of the trees and in the currents of the streams, you feel an overwhelming and unshakable need to want to be a part of such a place. To want to belong. It doesn't confine you. Instead, it cradles you, offering its beauty and solitude for those who answer its call. It's wild and free. It's fierce and unbreakable. It's home.

Erith," he said and bowed his head. Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.

Everyone measures time. Some in moments, some in years, and some in centuries. But it is a part of life.

Fae with Rhi's kind of ability were myth and legends - not true beings.

For Death's life to be extinguished... now that was something to truly dread.

Forgive our gawking,” said a man with a vicious scar running down his face. “Galen is usually eating so much he has no time for speech.” Laughter filled the hall, and Reaghan glanced over to find Galen shaking his head as he smiled. “Eating?” she asked. “Doona pay Malcolm a bit of attention,” Galen said, his gaze indifferent and his voice heavy with nonchalance. “He lies.

Grace was screwed. Royally screwed. As in, her career was over. Finished. Finite. She turned on the windshield wipers and slowed the car as she drove through the rain in the mountains. With a renewed grip on the steering wheel, she sent a quick prayer that the rain would stop. A little sprinkle she could handle. A storm...well, that was another matter entirely. She puffed out her cheeks as she exhaled. If only she was in Scotland for a holiday, but that wasn’t the case at all. In a last-ditch effort to give her muse a good swift kick in the pants, Grace decided to travel to Scotland. All her friends thought she had lost her mind. Her editor thought it was just one more excuse in a very long line of them as to why she hadn’t turned the book in. Grace wished she knew the reason the words just stopped coming. One day they were there, and the next...gone, vanished. Poof! Writing wasn’t just her career. It was her life. Because within the words and pages she was able to write about heroines who had relationships she would never have. It was the sad truth, but it was the truth. Grace accepted her lot...in a way. She might realize the string of miserable dates were complete misses and admit that. However, the stories running through her head allowed her to dream as far as she could, and encounter men and adventures sitting behind a computer never would. Not being able to find the words anymore was like having someone steal her soul. She breathed a sigh of relief when the rain stopped and she was able to turn off her windshield wipers. In the two hours since she checked into the B&B, it hadn’t stopped raining. Rain was a part of being in Scotland, and she was pushing herself with her fear of storms to be out in it as well. It proved how far she would go to find her soul again. She needed to write, to sink into another world where she could find happiness and a love that lasted forever. Now she was armed with her laptop and steely determination. She would find her muse again. Just as soon as she found the right place. The scenery along the highway was stunning, but the noise of the passing vehicles would be too much. Grace needed somewhere off the beaten path. Somewhere she could pretend she was the only person left in the world.

Guy's only thought was to help her. It wasn't until he'd shoved aside the curtain and held her very wet, very naked body against him that he realized what he'd done. Her sage green eyes were wide as she stared at him. For long moments, they simply looked at each other. "I heard you cry out." "My... my ankle," she said after clearing her throat. "I put too much pressure on it." "A bath would have been better." He was valiantly trying to keep his gaze on her face, but it was difficult with her pert breasts against him and her bare ass beneath his hand as he held her up. "Probably," she whispered.

He leaned up and nipped at her shoulder before reaching around to tease her nipples. "Talin." "Aye, love?" "I need you." He didn't have to be told twice.

Hello, lover,” whispered a sexy feminine voice in his ear as hands wound around him from behind. Talin smiled, unable to help himself. He looked over his shoulder at Neve. She raised a black brow, her silver eyes searching his. Desire struck him quickly, making him instantly hard. Neve managed to bring such a reaction from him every time he heard her voice, felt her touch, or looked at her.

He needed no one. For to trust was to be betrayed.

He opened his mouth and let it loose, the blast of cold air freezing the Dark Ones instantaneously. Kiril saw himself in the mirror and the curls of cold air seeping from the corners of his mouth through his parted lips. Damn, but is was good to be a Dragon King.

Her dark eyes slid to him. "I can't remember the last time I felt so good in clothes." And he wanted to get her out of them.

He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him. In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.

He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago." Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response." "It's the truth.

He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him. In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.” ― Donna Grant, Burning Desire

He rose up over her, intending to enter he when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him. In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.

He's British," she replied in a whisper. "He thinks he's perfect.

He set his whisky tumbler on the table, but kept his fingers around it. "What do you see in my eyes?"... "Tell me, lass," he urged softly. She suddenly understood the term 'old soul,' because one sat before her now. And, as if opening a book, she caught a glimpse of Asher. The words then tumbled out of her mouth. "Endlessness. Sorrow. Agony. Distress. Rage.

He turned to look at her. "We've some talking to do." "Didn't we do that on the plane ride over here?" "I doona remember talking. I remember kissing, touching, and many orgasms, but no talking.

His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "I can't keep my hands from you.

His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss. He seized, he captured. He dominated. And she loved every second of it.

How long has it been since you and your King were together?" he asked. Rhi looked away, the tears returning again. "A very long time, but not so long that I don't remember the taste of his kiss or the way he would look at me and smile." "You'll never move on unless you let go. What you need is another lover." She cut him a look. "Are you applying for the position?" "Would you take me?

I always wondered why they don’t have a word for a parent who loses a child. If I’d lost Ben, I’d be a widow.

I could no sooner deny him that I could stop breathing.

I’d be a fool to turn you away.” His smile was slow, and entirely too sexy. “And you certainly aren’t a fool.

I’d die a million times for you.

I don't have to ask to know that something bad happened in your past." "Because I doona smile?" Her smile was sad when her gaze met his. "It's your eyes. Your view of the world is colored." "As is yours.

I doona need my future read. I know it involves you, and that's enough for me.

I doona understand them," Ryder said as he stopped beside Laith. "Doona get me wrong. I love the feel of a woman's thighs around me, but to be bound to a single woman for eternity?" Ryder shuddered. "It's no' for me. Human or Fae.