Bite at First Sight Quotes

“Te amo, Querida," he whispered, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." I love you. You are my light in the darkness.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Te amo, Querida," he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad."
"This is the second time you've said that," Cassandra murmured. "What does it mean?"
"I love you." His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. "You are my light in the darkness.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“We must go to the laboratory at once. I have some cannabis.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Rafe clenched his teeth as he stood over Lady Rosslyn, taking in her tumble of fiery auburn curls, her fine-boned features, the sweep of her lashes, the curve of her lips. Reaching out a shaky hand, he brushed his fingers across that silken mass of hair with a whisper of a touch. He snatched back his hand with an inner curse. She was too fine to be handled by the likes of him. However, this business had to be done. Raising his index finger to his mouth, he pierced the digit with a fang, watching his blood bead up from the wound. Never in centuries had he imagined performing such an act. Carefully, Rafe held his finger above Lady Rosslyn’s parted lips, allowing his magical blood to drip into her mouth. In as low a voice as possible, he recited the words that would bind her to him for the rest of her life. “I, Rafael Villar, interim Lord of London, Mark this mortal, Cassandra Burton, as mine and mine alone. With this Mark I give Cassandra my undying protection. Let all others, immortal and mortal alike, who cross her path sense my Mark and know that to act against her is to act against myself and thus set forth my wrath, as I will avenge what is mine.” The”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Lydia is enduring the same fate, I may remind you." Vincent remarked. "And she is doubtless freezing, being forced to stand there in only her chemise." A rakish smile spread across his features. "Perhaps we could go down and have a peek."
Rafe scowled. "I don't want you looking at my woman."
Vincent folded his arms and glared. "Well, I don't want you looking at my woman!”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“I need to go hunting now," he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“You should know that Rafael is not the beast he would have you believe he is. He may be harsh, but he is fair. However, I highly recommend that you endeavor to be on his good side."
She raised a brow. "Does he have one?”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“At first I wanted my arm back to feel whole again and to not appear weak before my enemies. Now I only want it to hold you.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“You think to take me on, cripple?” “I am no cripple.” He lunged out with his left hand and seized Clayton by the throat, lifting him in the air. The vampire’s eyes bulged like a toad’s as he struggled and wheezed, “Your arm! But how—” “I told you that Lady Rosslyn is a doctor.” Rafe clenched his wholly healed fingers tighter on the vampire’s windpipe. “You should have listened to me.” Just as Clayton’s lips began to turn blue, Rafe slammed him on the ground. Before Clayton could escape, Rafe leaped on him, pinning his legs with his own. Raising his left fist first, he punched the vampire so hard his lip split open. Another blow with his right smashed Clayton’s nose to a bloody pulp. Unlike in his boxing matches with mortals, he did not hold back his speed or strength. On and on, Rafe rained down blows, mentally assigning each punch as punishment for one of Clayton’s vile deeds. This one was for being disrespectful as his second, this one for recruiting William as a spy. This one for turning against him. One for each rogue he allowed in the city, one for Cassandra. Another for Cassandra…and more for all the deaths he caused. Only”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“This woman is not only the most miraculous healer to walk the earth, but also the love of my life. Do everything in your power to see that she remains unharmed.” Cassandra”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“I love you just the way you are. To me, your scars represent strength. They mark you as a survivor.” “You truly believe so?” He seized her hand, speaking past a lump in his throat. “I do.” Proving her words, she covered every inch of his scars with light kisses. His eyes burned with unshed tears. “Dios, Querida, you are a treasure.” As”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Te amo, Querida,” he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. “Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad.” “This is the second time you’ve said that,” Cassandra murmured. “What does it mean?” “I love you.” His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. “You are my light in the darkness.” Her breath halted. Her heart surged. “I never imagined anyone could love me. The concept seemed so irrational. I never believed in love.” “I can never imagine not loving you.” He lightly kissed her shoulder. “To me, that is irrational.” He tensed, and her heart clenched as she realized what he was waiting for. “I love you too, Rafe.” Joy welled up in her at the words. “Thank you for teaching me to believe.” He”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Rafe paused and rose on his elbows to look at her. “Dios, you are a treasure.” She shivered under his gaze. He proceeded to prove his words, lavishing his attentions upon her body as if she were cherished and priceless. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as he kissed her belly, her hips, her thighs, her knees. He lifted each leg and worshipped every inch with his hands and mouth. “Please,”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Reverently, he approached the slumbering healing goddess, marveling at how much she’d come to mean to him. He would give up his reign, even his life, for her. Rafe”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Rafe’s fists clenched at his sides, and a surge of territorial protectiveness speared through him at the sight of her alone with the other vampire. Then he glimpsed Elizabeth sitting unobtrusively in a chair by the fireplace, watching over his woman. His hands relaxed. Blackpool”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“You are overheated, my lady,” her new partner said severely. “It will be a pleasure to escort you outside for fresh air.” She opened her mouth to protest such forwardness, but then the man opened his mouth slightly so that she could glimpse his fangs. “Clayton cannot touch you here, no matter how much he may pretend otherwise.” Blinking in astonishment, she nodded and allowed him to lead her off the dance floor. Clayton glared at the vampire with such malice that she was reassured this was an ally. Her fear reduced, she followed him out the French doors. Once outside, the vampire frowned at her and shook his head. “Honestly, for a countess, you are shockingly inept at duplicity.” “And who are you?” she asked faintly. The vampire bowed. “I am Aldric Cadell, Viscount Thornton and Lord of Blackpool. I have come to assist with the war.” Cassandra curtsied. “Rafael and I are grateful for your assistance.” Rafe burst out the French doors, eyeing Blackpool suspiciously. “I would greatly appreciate it if you would inform me before absconding with my fiancée.” “I was not absconding with her,” Blackpool replied calmly. “I was rescuing her from Edmondson. Did you not notice his odious presence?” Rafe snarled. “I did. But I should have gotten her away from him. It is my duty to protect her.” “You couldn’t have left the dance without shaming yourself and her as well,” Blackpool retorted. “As your ally, it is my duty to provide aid when it is required.” Rafe rubbed his temples. “You are right. I apologize, and thank you for taking her away from our enemy.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“I hope you do not think me too forward, but I noticed that you’ve danced with Don Villar twice in a row.” His normally ruddy face turned crimson. “People are already talking…and unless an engagement is to be announced—” “One will be.” She cut off his words and whispered, “Tonight.” She winked. “Please do not spoil the surprise.” His eyes widened and he tripped slightly on the next step. “Brilliant! That gives me great relief for your sake. And, I confess, a measure of dismay on my account.” His smile dimmed as his lips formed a rueful frown. “I had hoped to court you one day. I suppose I waited too long to work up the courage.” “Oh, Patrick.” She placed a hand on his sleeve. “I had no idea…” He shook his head. “Nor did I give you reason to. I have always been a bumbling fool at this sort of thing. Either way, I suppose it is for the best. I will always value our friendship, no matter what. And to the devil with what others say. I believe you would have made a damned fine physician. Mr. Wakley told me that you treated Villar’s arm, and I do not know a sawbones who could have performed such a miracle.” His”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Rafe gave her a roguish smile and led her in the steps with such practiced grace that it was as if he danced every night. “You seem astonished by something, Querida.” His voice was low and teasing. “Did you assume that I could not dance?” She nodded sheepishly. “I had never seen you do so before…and with your arm…” “What about it?” He deftly whirled her and she nearly missed the right step. Her face flamed in embarrassment. “It seems I am the one who is unaccomplished.” She looked down at her feet, encased in fragile satin slippers, and laughed awkwardly. “Truly, I never was good at this sort of thing.” “Neither was I.” His hand gripped her a little more firmly and moved closer, reaching the verge of impropriety. “But if you try to relax and simply concentrate on the music, perhaps this ordeal will be less distasteful.” Her heart gave a little twinge. He thinks I do not want to dance with him. Lifting her gaze to meet his, she gave him a shy smile. “It is the fact that I am dancing with you that makes this enjoyable.” He blinked in surprise, and the sudden tenderness in his amber eyes made her belly flutter. For a moment he seemed about to say something, but then his hand squeezed hers and he merely smiled. So”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“He stopped speaking as Cassandra made her way down the stairs. Garbed in a Grecian gown of blue-green satin that matched her eyes perfectly, she looked like a goddess descending from Olympus to bestow a rare blessing. Her upswept auburn hair gleamed like burnished copper with silken tendrils framing the sculpted perfection of her face and brushing her smooth bared shoulders. The breath fled from his body. Surely he was unworthy of touching such a miraculous creature. “Rafe?” She frowned. He dragged his gaze from the curves of her breasts. “Yes?” Her frown deepened and she gave him a strange look. He realized she must have asked him a question. “I am sorry. What was that, Querida?” Vincent guffawed behind him, but fell silent as Lydia appeared in a matching gown of gold-spangled ivory. “God, Lydia…” He breathed. “You look quite smart as well, my lord,” she drawled sweetly. “Albeit a trifle overdressed for my taste.” The Lord of Cornwall eyed his wife. “I could say the same of you.” Rafe looked down at his feet and sighed. The sight of those two mooning over each other used to make his stomach roil. Now a twinge of envy gnawed at his heart. If only Cassandra would look at him with such adoration. If only they could share such suggestive, silly banter. “The”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Rafe was the one who cleared up that agonizing matter, which proves that he is not nearly as cold and heartless as he wishes to appear.” A small smile played across Cassandra’s lips. “He never fooled me for an instant.” “Who?” Rafe called from the distance before emerging from a copse of trees. She didn’t bother to shout. Obviously he could hear her from where he was. “Never mind.” In an effort to hide her heated cheeks, she finished loading her gun. He stalked closer, scowling at Lydia. “If that gun misfires…” Before he could finish his warning, Cassandra aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. This time, she hit the pail, leaving a hole a few inches from the one Lydia made. A surge of primal triumph surged up from her toes. “Huzzah!” Lydia shouted. Cassandra grinned. “You may just make a marksman out of me yet.” “It was a good shot,” Rafe said grudgingly. “All the same, don’t become overconfident and careless.” Lydia raised her gaze heavenward. “Now you see what I had to endure.” Cassandra”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Incredulous, Rafe leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “Did you just call me a ninnyhammer?” “I did,” Vincent replied cheerfully. “Or would you prefer goosecap, chicken heart, or perhaps lily-livered?” “All right, you have made your point,” Rafe snarled, rising from his seat. “You should be grateful I do not call you out.” “You wouldn’t. You need me too much.” Rafe stalked out of the room, grumbling curses in his own language. Vincent’s laughter echoed behind him. *”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Perhaps we could go down and have a peek.” Rafe scowled. “I don’t want you looking at my woman.” Vincent folded his arms and glared. “Well, I don’t want you looking at my woman!” For a moment, they stared in mute challenge before both burst out laughing. “Good God, what has become of us?” Vincent shook his head. Rafe shrugged. “I do not know, but I hope they are worth the trouble.” Deveril”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Shall we move on to selecting your waistcoat?” He held out a collection of garments with a sardonic grin. Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “After all the curmudgeonly treatment you favored me with during Lydia’s debut? Yes, I suppose I am,” Vincent replied proudly as he clapped Rafe on the shoulder. “Buck up, man. You only have to contend with this silliness for a short time, while I had to suffer through it most of the official Season.” “I”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“I see we’re on time—” She froze in the doorway, eyes wide and openly assessing the shirtless men. “Oh my.” Vincent came in behind her and frowned. “I think we should leave them to it.” “No, we won’t. You and Ian thwarted my last attempt to see Rafe box.” Lydia crossed her arms stubbornly. “I will not be denied this time.” As the Lord of Cornwall continued to look disapproving, his bride laughed and locked her arms about his waist. “Perhaps you should remove your shirt as well, my lord?” His countenance softened. “Later.” Rafe couldn’t resist teasing him. “Thank you for sparing me the sight of your pallid, gangly form.” “Oh hush, you brute.” Lydia nuzzled her cheek against her husband’s chest. “I like my gentlemen long and lean.” “Gentlemen?” Vincent growled. “Only you. Forever.” Cassandra cleared her throat and held up the boxing gloves. “Shall the match begin?” Wakley”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Te amo, Querida,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad.” I love you. You are my light in the darkness. “Hmmm?”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Do you love him?” Cassandra sucked in a breath. Forcing composure, she said in a monotone, “Love is an affliction without any logical basis.” “Hence its grand mystery, power, and endless capacity for wonder,” Lydia answered levelly. “Now answer my question. Do you love him?” Cassandra dropped her gaze to the floor, unable to face the woman’s sympathetic gaze. “Yes.” The word choked out against her will.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“I knew he was interested in you since I witnessed your first encounter. He used to watch you so intently when he thought no one was looking. I was afraid he planned to carry you off and devour you.” “Frankly, he seemed more annoyed with me than interested.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Eyes still burning with unholy wrath, he drew back and lightly stroked her bruised cheek. “Jesucristo, mujer tonta! Foolish woman! How could you have put yourself in such danger?” Before she could answer, he once again pulled her into a fierce embrace and covered her face with kisses. Her breath fled as Rafe clung to her so tightly that she could feel the strong beat of his heart. A stream of Spanish words poured from his lips between kisses. They sounded like curses. The dichotomy between his words and actions made what little remained of her common sense reel in confusion. The rest of her reveled in his touch and yearned for more. Still”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“Are you all right, Querida?” “As well as one could be under such circumstances, I suppose,” she said calmly, though he could feel the tremors racking her body. Rafe’s eyes narrowed on the welt on her cheek. “He hurt you.” “Nonsense, it was a feeble blow.” She shook her head, then flinched as a wet lock of hair slapped her injured flesh. A hiss escaped his clenched teeth. As much as he was loath to admit it, she was correct. If Clayton had put any force into the slap, the side of her face would have been shattered beyond recognition. That didn’t stop him from wanting to pound the son of a bitch into the ground like a rail spike. If Rafe weren’t so reluctant to release Cassandra, he would be doing just that.”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight

“The thought of never seeing her again made Rafe’s heart contort in agony. He loved her; he knew that now. He loved her intelligence, her boundless inquisitiveness, and her formidable determination in the pursuit of miracles. He loved how she never saw him as a crippled aberration or an object of pity. He loved the way she came into his arms like someone arriving home. Because he loved her, he would have to let her go if it became necessary. For her to die would be more than he could bear. Still, Rafe clung to a faint wisp of hope that she could be Changed, that the Elders would give him more time…that they could be together…that she could somehow love him too. His”
― Brooklyn Ann, Bite at First Sight