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You’re different,” he said, touching my face. Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.

Sylvia Day

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Sylvia Day
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: March 11
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S. J. Day
Livia Dare
Sylvia June Day
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He caught me to him and cupped my cheek in one hand. “I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I’m with you. Just tell me what I have to do.
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Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.
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When a story captures me, it comes quickly and easily.
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I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.
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I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.
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Chicks before dicks, and all that.
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I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. What's going on? I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. Shell game, he said.
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You’re the greatest risk I’ve ever taken.” His pressed his lips gently to mine. “And the greatest reward.
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You’re my wife, Eva. I don’t care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night.
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I had to bite back a laugh. Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect. Chapter 12, pg 213
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The idea I'd been toying with fully formed in my mind. I'm plotting. oh? His mouth curved in a wicked grin. Do Tell. Chapter 5 pg. 50
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I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.
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Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami.
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We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.
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I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.
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