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Dark Destiny (Dark #13) Beat of Temptation

Daniel takes out his notebook now, and I move a little closer to the edge.

―I don‘t know what you‘re talking about."―Stop playing games. You‘ve been glowering at me since I arrived."

Kiss of the Night (Dark-Hunter #4)

―She‘s upset!"―I can see that," he snapped.She poked him in the chest. ―Well, then, do something."

Silence (Hush, Hush #3)

―It isn‘t my fault!" And it wasn‘t. Newbury had wanted Annabel long before Sebastian had become embroiled in the affair. She‘d likely be in the exact same position if Seb had never met her.―She needs to marry, Sebastian."

Oh, for the love of God. ―Are you suggesting that I propose to her?" he asked, knowing damn well that was what she was suggesting. ―I have known her barely a week."

She stared at him as if he were a complete cad. Hell, he felt like one. Annabel was sitting across the room, whimpering into his handkerchief. A man would have to have a heart of stone not to want to help her.The entire ordeal lasted three hours, during which her father drank several cups of a clear spirit that had left him extremely sleepy. The prince had offered her a glass as well, but her father, who had already taken his first taste, immediately whisked it from her hands.

Olivia was supposed to go out again that evening-Lady Bridgerton was hosting a small soirée-but she pleaded exhaustion, and much to her surprise, her mother relented. Olivia suspected that she was tired as well. And her father was in no state to go anywhere.She took supper in her room (after a nap, a bath, and another, shorter, nap), and was planning to read the newspaper in bed, but just as she was reaching for it, she saw Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron lying on her bedside table.

Lover Unleashed (Black Dagger Brotherhood #9)

It was so odd, she thought, picking up the slim volume. Why would Sir Harry give her such a book? What did it say about her that he thought she would enjoy such a thing?She thumbed through it, taking in passages here and there. It seemed a little frivolous. Did this mean he had thought she was frivolous?

She looked over at her window, shielded by her heavy curtains, pulled tight against the night. Did he still think she was frivolous? Now that he actually knew her?She turned back to the book in her hands. Would he choose it as a gift for her now? A lurid, gothic novel, that was what he’d called it.

Was that what he thought of her?She snapped the book shut, then positioned it on her lap, spine down. One, two, three, she proclaimed, swiftly pulling her hands away to let Miss Butterworth fall open to whichever page she liked.

It plopped to one side.Stupid book, she muttered, trying it all over again. Because really, she did not possess enough interest to choose a page herself.

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