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I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl - Mercy to Riley

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Nalini Singh
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: February 17
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You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover.
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Max cuffed his brother good-naturedly on the ear as River slid in past him and bent to kiss Sophia on the cheek. “Hello, are you sure you’re with the right brother?” Sophia had never had a younger sibling. But this man with his laughing eyes and bright smile... “Are you making me an offer?
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A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.
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You sure got a quick trigger, Sienna, he teased.
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You’d make an enemy out of me over a human?” The word “human” might as well have been “rodent.
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I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.
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He couldn’t say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he’d learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she’d knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. “It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.
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He leaned a fraction closer. “My lovers have always been warrior women. Strength intrigues me.” She refused to let him play with her like this, even if her body disagreed. Vehemently. “Do knives intrigue you, too? Because touch me and I will cut you up. I don’t care if you throw me off the nearest balcony.
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Are you calling me your gift? Yes. She smiled. How do you feel about that? Like it's my turn to be unwrapped. He nibbled at her mouth. Do it slow.
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Option 1: Attempt to back out. Probable result: Death after painful torture. Option 2: Do the job and hope. Probable result: Death but probably no torture (good)
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Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.
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Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.
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He understands evil better than any other person I’ve ever known. We disagree in how to eliminate it, but we do not disagree that it exists.
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Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.
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He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.
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There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.
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Venom’s pupils contracted the instant before he slid his sunglasses back on. She couldn’t help it. “Why isn’t your tongue forked?” “Why can’t you fly?” A smirk. “Those things on your back aren’t accessories you know.
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You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough. I want eternity.
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But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.
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