Hulya Kara Yuksel

“That was…” I let out a laugh because words are not going to be my strength right now. “Delicious,” he says, smiling as he stares up at me from his knees. His face still hovers between my legs with my arousal smeared along his lips and mustache. Lowering my legs from his grip, he allows my feet to fully meet the ground. “I thought you were sexy before, but seeing you like this, with the smell of you on my beard and the taste of you in my mouth…” He rests his chin on my thigh, a glazed-over look in his half-lidded eyes. “How am I not supposed to fall in love with you now?”
― Victoria Wilder, Bourbon & Lies

“None of this felt real. If I accepted that this was real, then it meant I was alive. I was betrothed. I was a hostage of vampires. And I was a student. I gave a snort of laughter. I wasn’t sure which one of those things was more ridiculous.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Blake Drakharrow was beautiful in a way I didn't want to admit. In a way that made my blood simmer and my mind spin with confusion. How could someone so vile be so compelling? Blake suddenly stopped, his eyes flicking towards me before I could turn away. Our gazes locked and a slow smirk curled over his lips. My heart skipped a beat and for the first time I saw something in those pale, silver eyes. Awareness. Did he know the effect he was having on me?”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“He was marked by something ancient and dangerous. Seeing him like that, bare and exposed, stirred something in me that I didn't want to feel. Made him seem more like me. But he wasn’t. No matter how beautiful the man or how mesmerizing the dragon, Blake Drakharrow was still a monster. I could never let myself forget that.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood