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Tag Name "Purred" (12)

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Seminaked men!” Jacky trilled. “With swords,” Kat purred. “It is a romance novel!
P. C. Cast
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Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. If you put her in a room with someone, up went her back like a cat's or she purred.
Virginia Woolf
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Pleased to meet you. Sage said, offering his hand. The pleasure is all mine, Rayna Purred. Unless ofcourse, it's all Clea's which is even better. Sage smiled and might have even blushed a bit, which was highly entertaining.
Hilary Duff
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I just elbowed the pretty blonde he'd been speaking to aside and slapped my panties on his chest. As soon as I saw you, I purred, I knew I wouldn't be needing these!
Jeaniene Frost
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How wonderful, he purred. I've been longing to speak to you for days, Princess Cecelia. And I've been wanting to kick you in the shin for days.
Jessica Day George
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You have splendid breasts, lass, he purred, cupping the plump mounds. Splendid, he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen
Karen Marie Moning
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Are you decent? a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. Nay, but we're clothed, Cian purred.
Karen Marie Moning
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We’re days away from going full scale against Malone, and in the meantime, we’re under fire from above. And I’m about as useful as a three-legged dog.” “You’re much more useful than any kind of dog, mi vida.” Marc purred and pressed me into the counter, his hands on my hips. I couldn’t resist a smile. I was a real sucker for Spanish.
Rachel Vincent
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A madness of tender caressing seized her. She purred as a tiger might have done, while she undulated like a snake.
Elinor Glyn
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I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft. I bet. He almost purred. I gulped.
Ilona Andrews
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In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.
Jerry Spinelli
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Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track? Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right? He circled something in an article and said, Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?
Jonathan Safran Foer