Sara HarlequinJunkie’s Profile

“Who the fuck are you?” Hazel eyes bore into her. The gold seemed to glow with all the seething anger that was boiling inside him.
Her skin buzzed as if energy were roiling out of him in its purest form. “I’m Lawrence Justice’s daughter,” she whispered.
He hovered over her. “He doesn’t have a kid. He only has me.”
“You’re my brother?” She recoiled to the back of the chair. No. No, he couldn’t be her half brother.
He reared back as if she’d slapped him. “No. I’m Larry’s stepson, but he raised me as his.”
Her father had left her but stayed for this man? She hadn’t thought she could feel any more pain when it came to Lawrence Justice, but she’d been wrong. God, so wrong.
Shane looked up at Mr. Murray. “She has no hold on anything of Dad’s. I didn’t even know about her.”
“That’s because he left us when I was five.”

He was so stoic, so incredibly closed off until she had her hands on him. The minute they met skin to skin, he was hers.

He just knew his willpower and Kendall didn’t live in the same zip code.

“I’m sorry, Roman,” she said, despite her determination not to. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
His laugh stroked softly against her heightened nerves. “Hurt me? Nyet, my darling. You did not hurt me. Wounded my pride a bit, perhaps. But I quickly recovered, I assure you.”
Caroline swallowed. She’d been devastated after that night, but she’d borne it all with quiet stoicism. Jon had been the only one who’d known what it had cost her to marry him.(Harris 24)

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she said, her voice hovering on the edge of ferocity. “Because I will never do what you expect me to do, Roman. You’ve placed your bet on the wrong pony this time.” (Harris 51)

“When I want to find a suit for an event, I hire I stylist. When I need to organize a party, I hire an events coordinator. Why should this be any different?”

“I am not so much concerned about the art, Ms. Carter. The essentials are general compatibility and suitability for my country. Childbearing hips would help.”

“Try this for a tagline—marry the jaded prince and receive a title, a small island, a castle and a tiara. That might make up for it.”

But you, Jessica Carter, you are perfect for me. And I don’t care what you can’t do, I only care what you do for me, what you give me. I care that when I’m with you I’m a better man.

After the fit Justin had thrown, Ian could just imagine how Jaci’d react.

He didn’t dare look at her. “I didn’t know what else to do,” he explained. “She looks terrible, so pale and thin. I mean she was thin before but now she’s sickly thin. The house was a mess. There was hardly any food in the refrigerator. The baby has a terrible diaper rash.” At least it looked terrible to him. “She has no family. I couldn’t leave her there and I didn’t want to stay. So I packed up her condo, hitched a rental trailer to the back of my S.U.V., and brought her home with me.” And he had no plan past that.