Atunah

“You’re burning,” she gasped. “Then you ought not to touch me,” he said seriously. “You’ll be consumed.” “Too late,” she muttered, and pivoted, trying to drag him, he presumed, toward the bed. “You’re awfully heavy—” “My soul is made of lead.” “—and you’re delirious,” she ended decisively. “I need to get help.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Desire

“Every time he looked at me I felt like I was standing in a tree-lined avenue, and the branches had interlaced into a canopy above me, surrounding me. It was the kind of green that told the sun what color to be as it filtered through the leaves.” “Oh,”
― Lenora Bell, How the Duke Was Won

“Perhaps I do not have the sense to tell a duke from a dray horse. But such a thing might prove easier if the former did not so perfectly resemble the latter’s backside.” The”
― Elisa Braden, The Truth About Cads and Dukes

“Immortals. Pains in the asses, every one of them.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Feverborn