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  • #1
    Emery Lee
    “I bid you welcome to a new Utopia where men may be free of the so-called moral subjugations and constraints, and where for a time we may shake off those bonds of servitude wherein we are so tyrrannously enslaved."
    "You are the humanist,George, not I- what the deuce does he natter on about?"
    "Mostly whores and Booze," George replied with a grin.
    Sandwidh contined while rapping once more upon the door, "Man is led into vice only when he is denied, my friends; for it is his nature to long after things forbidden and to desire most fervently what is denied."
    "Another translation?" Philip asked George.
    "Whores and booze... in boundless supply."
    "Ah,"Philip said. "I stand in renewed appreciation of the philosophers.”
    Emery Lee, Fortune's Son

  • #2
    Emery Lee
    “At times a jolting revelation overtakes one in a crushing, incapacitating wave, and at others, it unsettles one in slow, subtle, stages – this is how Lady Susannah came undone - in measured moments of increasing comprehension.”
    Emery Lee

  • #3
    Emery Lee
    “(From FORTUNE'S SON)
    "Philip had long ago begun drinking to excess, simply to obliterate the reality that he was half a man, living half a life. He had a title without the fortune, a wife that was no lover, and a lover, the only light in his darkened existence, who could never be his wife; thus, he drank...drink and despair had made him reckless and rash. He’d gambled and he’d lost. Sunk in self-denigration, the cycle began anew; he drank.
    Though aspiring for oblivion, he had only achieved piss-faced, when Lady Hastings had arrived after the race. The inevitable row had ensued, and then the world had retracted into blessed blackness.”
    Emery Lee

  • #4
    Emery Lee
    “Devington could clearly ascertain by the end of the second lap that Slug was decidely undermanaged by his indolent jockey, and the high-strung Hawke was incontrovertibly terrized by his...By the end of the final lap of the arduous run, Lord Uxeter had completely used up his horse, and Slug had completely uased up his rider!
    ...Devington seized the moment to claim the lead, murmuring low to Rosie, "It would appear, my lovely girl, the race is ours.”
    Emery Lee, The Highest Stakes

  • #5
    Emery Lee
    “The slight pull was all it took to completely unbalance his precarious load and dump the manure - all atop her boots.
    "Bloody hell! Look what ye done!" the boy cried...If ye hadn't come along and pulled me o'er it ne'er would have happened.But now ye'd best clean it up afore Devington or Jeffries comes along."
    "Me?" she replied incredulously. "I'm not the clumsy oaf who dumped it. It's not my mess to clean."
    "Well, I ain't about to be the last to finish my chores. Devington will have me turning over the reeking dung pit instead of breaking me fast wi' the other chaps."
    "That's nothing compared to my boots, you ham-fisted lout!"
    "Tweren't me what pulled the wheelbarrow arse over tea kettle, ye wantwit! Go bugger yer mother and lick yer boots clean!"
    "I'll box your ears, you brazen-faced little jackanapes!...”
    Emery Lee, The Highest Stakes

  • #6
    Emery Lee
    “Over time, this unspoken attration continued to blossom, refusing to dwindle or fade, though they had little opportunity to foster or nourish it. Slowly and patiently, Robert's sheer persistence in the chase had revealed his heart, and Charlotte came to realize the nameless thing between them was love.”
    Emery Lee, The Highest Stakes

  • #7
    Emery Lee
    “Yes, my boy, you are indeed much faster, bigger, and stronger than me and an altogether superior speciman of God's creation, but I have seen your like before. Only one of us can be master, and it won't be you.”
    Emery Lee, The Highest Stakes

  • #8
    Emery Lee
    “Son of a beast tried to bite me when I turned my back to the billets!"...
    Nostrils flaring and ears pinned, the grey repeated the offense.
    "He wants another go at it. Be a sport ol' man!" Robert chortled. The indignant Scotsman threw the reins in his face, tromping off to collect the major's horse.
    "I wonder was it reward or punishment Winthrop had in mind in allowing you to keep that brute?" Drake innocently inquired.
    "He only eats Scotsman," Robert quipped.”
    Emery Lee, The Highest Stakes

  • #9
    Louis de Bernières
    “Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
    Louis de Bernières, Corelli's Mandolin

  • #10
    Laurann Dohner
    “His mouth hardened into a tight line for a moment. “I plead for nothing.” His voice deepened. “I beg for nothing.” He paused, searching her eyes. “You are my heart. I beg you to forgive me, beautiful. You come before everything to me. You even come before my own pride. I’m a Zorn warrior. I have fought many battles in war. I carry scars from lost lives I took in battle. I hunt and I do it well. I have never been captured and I have never been brought to my knees.” He reached out to caress her cheek. “Then I look into your eyes and remember your laugh. I am there, beautiful. You have caught me and I am on my knees to you.”
    Laurann Dohner, Kidnapping Casey

  • #11
    Victoria Vane
    “Part of her—a small but defiant part, the part that still remembered her girlhood fantasies—desperately wanted to trust him, but the stronger part remembered how he had thoughtlessly cast her aside. “We can’t always have what we want, Marcus. You must accustom yourself to disappointment.” As I have. The unspoken words hung between them.

    Marcus’ mouth twitched. “But there you are wrong, my love. I always get what I want.”
    Victoria Vane

  • #12
    Emery Lee
    “FROM A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE by Victoria Vane:
    His gaze glued to the bed, Ned made a mechanical backward retreat to the center of the room where he had a clearer prospect of its crowning glory. His vision rose to the top of the headboard, to the heraldic shield seated betwixt the carved figures of a lion and a unicorn. His gaze slid with dread to the engraved scroll beneath. Dieu Et Mon Driot. God and my right, the motto of the king. His chest seized. The room began to spin. He looked to Phoebe, aware that the blood was draining from his face, and that his voice emerged as a strangled sound. "May the same God save me...for I'm going to be hung, drawn, and quartered for spending last night rutting in the King of England's bed!" coming April 27, 2012 from Breathless Press”
    Emery Lee

  • #13
    Victoria Vane
    “I used to watch the stallions leaping the mares."
    "You what!" Hew almost choked.
    "Well, how else is a girl with no mother supposed to get any education? Although I doubt Mama would have told me very much. So there's really no reason to be timid, Hew. I already know all about the mating process. And to the best of my knowledge, the stallions never 'ignored it until it went away.”
    Victoria Vane, The Virgin Huntress

  • #14
    Emery Lee
    “from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW :
    She wanted him too. He could see it in the rapid rise of her breasts. He could smell her budding arousal and would relish bringing her to full bloom. God, how he loved this dance! She had taken the first tentative steps, yet she still fought her desire, refused to give in to it, but he would lead her now. He was a master…and a ruthless bastard.”
    ― Victoria Vane, The Devil You Know
    coming July 27, 2012 from Breathless Press”
    Emery Lee

  • #15
    Anaïs Nin
    “I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
    Anaïs Nin



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