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An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.

Nalini Singh

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Nalini Singh
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: February 17
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Hour
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Thousand
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Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.
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Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.
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... because he was going to marry her. “It is customary to ask,” she now said as she turned to watch him button up a black shirt over that chest she’d licked and sucked and kissed not long ago. “Why?” He shrugged. “I’m not giving you a choice.
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To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind. But to run... is that not also a kind of annihilation?
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You, she managed to say hoarsely, are a very bad kitty cat.
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You're not a restful individual to be around Ashaya to Dorian
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When was the last time you lost an argument? He pretended to think about it. Then, leaning down, he whispered in her ear, A few hours ago when you refused to stop the car and crawl into the backseat with me.
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You want to play? Come find me angel boy.
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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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As her skin sizzled under the delicious heat, she supposed she should’ve been giving serious thought to the lunacy of what she was doing playing with a vampire, who was, for all his charm, as lethal as a stiletto across the throat. But then again, most of her friends already thought she was half a nut short of a fruitcake. Why disappoint?
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Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.
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Elena wondered if Michaela was waiting to be served. Snorting inwardly at the idea, she poured her own coffee—and, because she was feeling generous, and okay, maybe because she wanted to irritate Michaela—Raphael’s as well. Then she put down the carafe.
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You, he said, are the single exception that rule. The oldest, deepest, most beautiful flaw in his Silence.Without you, I would be a monster.
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I could kiss you forever, she murmured against his lips, sucking at the lower one, playing with the upper, his body weight a luscious pressure. I love feeling you against me. You say such things, Elena. You will make me your slave.
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When the kid began to flag, Riley picked her up, swung her onto his back, and kept running. The leopard in Mercy growled in approval - whatever his faults (and they were many and legend), Riley knew how to take care of the innocent.
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Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.
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She stepped out of reach. “Go put on a shirt and get your mind out of bed.” “Impossible with you around.” “Pretend I’m holding a rifle. In fact, pretend I have you in the crosshairs.” Janvier sighed, rubbing at a jaw shadowed by morning stubble. “I love it when you talk dirty.
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You can run,” Dorian said in a neutral tone that did nothing to lessen the intensity of his expression, “but sooner or later, you run out of places to run to.
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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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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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