Kelly Oakes

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.”
― Jennifer Estep, Spider's Bite

“I doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,” she managed. “They didn’t much like me being in your realm.”

“They’ll just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.”

Gods, how she wished that were true. “Nothing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.”

He cradled her face in his hands again. “You are.”

That was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Gasped when his arms closed around her waist with the strength of a vise. Lost herself in the sweet taste of his tongue stroking urgently across hers.

“I want you,” she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul.

She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She trailed one hand down his bare chest, over the waistband of his pants.”
― Elisabeth Naughton, Bound

“Are you—” There seemed no way to say it but to say it. “Your Grace, are you trying to get me into your bed?”
“Yes. Nightly. I said as much, not a minute ago. Are you listening at all?”
“Listening, yes,” she muttered to herself. “Comprehending, no.”
“I’ll have my solicitor draw up the papers.” He returned to his place behind the desk. “We can do it on Monday.”
“Your Grace, I don’t—”
“Tuesday, then.”
“Your Grace, I cannot—”
“Well, I’m afraid my schedule is quite booked for the rest of the week.” He flipped through the pages of an agenda. “Brooding, drinking, indoor badminton tournament . . .”
― Tessa Dare, The Duchess Deal