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She was glorious. An angel. The most beautiful woman Lucern had seen in his life, and that was saying something. He was tongue-tied with amazement. He simply watched in awe as she descended the steps. She was only halfway down when she spotted him. She immediately paused, blinked, then scowled. “You aren’t ready!” It was Lucern’s turn to blink. His angel was bellowing. She was also frantic. The serene vision was gone.
I thought this scene was adorable and funny.
The last thing he needed was his mother playing matchmaker and forcing him and his stubborn editor together. On the other hand, Kate was a hell of a game player. And she was attractive, and somehow she became less annoying the longer he knew her. He was even getting used to having her in his home. If he were going to be forced into marriage—
I love how their night bonding over a video game continues to affect how Lucern perceives Kate.
Well, all right, she admitted with painful honesty; she’d had fun playing Blood Lust Two with him, and he could be nice when he tried. She was sure. It wasn’t as if he had tried yet. But surely everyone could be nice with a little effort? Yes, she assured herself. In fact, he was being nice to her right now. Sort of.
Aw. The power of video games. 🎮
Shifting down her body, he enclosed one breast in his warm, wet mouth. He suckled on it like a hungry baby, his tongue flicking her nipple as he did. Kate suddenly didn’t mind being dinner.
Oh gag. Why do romance writers continue to randomly reference babies and other inappropriate topics during sex scenes? So creepy and gross.
Which made her think. “What about garlic?” “Love it,” he said, and shifted his mouth to her other breast. “Someday I’ll rub it all over your body and lick it off as proof.”
Ew. Just ew. That is not sexy. The smell of raw garlic, the burn if it got into any cuts or sensitive areas...just no.
“Oh. I see.” Kate dropped her gaze and found herself staring at his flaccid penis. All this explaining had ruined the mood somewhat—which was a damned shame.
No, I think the mood was well and truly murdered with the breastfeeding analogy and Lucern's garlic fetish. 🍼 👶
He appreciated their assistance, but Lucern was starting to get something of a complex. Why did everyone think he needed protecting? They acted like he was fragile and—he shuddered—sensitive.
Lol. He is so sensitive.
She had thought him brilliant and talented before ever meeting him, had found him surly and rude on arriving at his home, then had seen other sides of him slowly show themselves, like the legs, arms and head of a turtle. She had come to see that the hard shell he showed the world was just that, a shell, a shield meant to protect himself.
So random. After recently reading book #32 and its turtle travesty, lo and behold another turtle anatomy analogy in one of her earlier books! The plot thickens. 🐢 P.S Her bad turtle anatomy game is still strong with this one. Turtles don't have arms, they have front (fore) legs and hind legs. Sometimes they are referred to as just limbs and sea turtles have flippers. (If it ends in a hand, it is an arm, if it ends in a foot, it is a leg. Turtles don't have hands, they have feet.)
She had rosy nipples, which topped breasts pointing at him like a pair of binoculars. He wanted to reach out and grasp them as he would binoculars, but rather than look through them, he wanted desperately to lick and suck and…
Oh lord, just stop with the bad analogies already! I can't take it it any more! One bad analogy per book is my limit!
Lucern felt his teeth protract and plunged them into her neck as he thrust back into her body. It was a purely animal action, like a dominant male cat catching a female by the neck, as he drove into her. Kate C. Leever was his, and he was marking her as such.
Oh god. I give up. My cat just jumped on the bed for a snuggle so this image is particularly offputting. This is not a shifter book. Please don't allude to kitty cats of the animal variety during your sex scenes. Just no.
