Hulya Kara Yuksel

“Pulling back, I catch his eyes and they’re dark and hungry and hooded.  His attention moves back to my mouth, once again asking the question, “You single, Hal?”  I finally give him the long-awaited answer, nodding to tell him yes.  “Good.” He takes a slow predatorial step towards me, tone sharp and leaving no room for question. “Because we aren’t fucking friends.”  With that declaration, he grips the side of my neck and slams his mouth onto mine.”
― Liz Tomforde, Rewind It Back

“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

“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?”
― 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