“There’s an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for food.” A smile glittered in his eyes. “I might have gone overboard.”I walked into the kitchen, with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, black granite countertops, and walnut cabinetry. Very masculine, very sleek. I went for the fridge first. Water bottles, spinach and arugula, mushrooms, gingerroot, Gorgonzola and feta cheeses, natural peanut butter, and milk on one side. Hot dogs, cold cuts, Coke, chocolate pudding cups, and canned whipped cream on the other. I tried to picture Patch pushing a shopping cart down the aisle, tossing in food as it pleased him. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.”
―
Becca Fitzpatrick,
Silence
“This girl. I was gone for her. Why had I ignored how perfect she was for me? Yeah, she did like my sadistic side. I knew how me restraining her when we fucked turned her on, and just how hard she came when I was gripping her throat. After everything that had happened with Dylan, I’d been hesitant to do anything that might trigger her, but she…I wasn’t really sure I understood, but she said that she felt safe with me and trusted me. And I’d never do anything to break that trust.” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“I…” What could I even say to that? How could I explain the voices inside my head, constantly telling me that I wasn’t enough? That I hid away so no one would have a chance to hurt me? To make me feel less?” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“She looked so happy. Anyone could see how genuine her smile was. They looked like a proper couple, staring into each other’s eyes with the sunset behind them. I sucked in a harsh breath. It hurt to see her happiness and know that it was caused by another man.” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“Blood didn't make you family; bonds did.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Rules were meant to be broken, and sins were meant to be atoned for.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“snorted.” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“Pressing my mouth to his, I flicked my tongue against his lips, and he finally opened up for me. The voices in my head fell silent at last, and all I saw was him. This was worth whatever shit was coming. He was worth it.” ― Becca Steele, Cross the Line
“Being brave... that's about acting in spite of your fear.” ― Becca Steele, Vicious Queen
“The closer someone got to your heart, the more power they had to break it.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“But I was broken inside, and sometimes, at times like this, the cracks began to show.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Life had a way to keep tragedies preserved in your memory forever.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Talon.” Her voice reached him just as he began the first note of his death song and his heart leaped. “Talon. Can you hear me?” He tried to open his eyes, but they were weighed down with mud. He smelled her. She was very close. He wanted to reach out to her, but he was so tired. “Talon.” Something warm and alive brushed his lips. Her caress was sweet and powerful. Feather-light, it jolted him with the intensity of a lightning bolt. If he didn’t hold on to her, the cold mud would seep into his nose and throat and choke the life from him. “Talon . . . don’t die,” she whispered. He opened his eyes just as she kissed him a second time with infinite tenderness. She gasped as he threw his good arm around her and crushed her against him. She was warm and alive. Vision or flesh and blood woman, she’d not leave him. Talon pressed his mouth against hers with searing heat. “Talon,” she cried, as she struggled free of his embrace and stood trembling, apparently unsure whether to run or fling herself back into his arms. “You’re . . . you’re awake,” she managed. A slow smile spread over his face. She covered her mouth with her hand. Her lips were tingling. “I was afraid . . .” she began. “I mean . . . I thought that you . . .” She put distance between them. “Your fever was very high,” she said quickly. “We . . . I was afraid that you—” “I am not dead, Becca,” he said hoarsely. “I . . . can see that.” Unconsciously, she rubbed her mouth. “You . . . you kissed me,” she whispered. “You kissed me first.” She felt giddy. “I did, didn’t I?” He closed his eyes again. “We must talk of this later,” he murmured. “Now, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.” She reached for the brimming cup of medicine his sister had left when she went out. “You . . . you must have something to drink,” she said. “Are you in pain?” He made a sound that might have been either a low groan or a chuckle. “A man who was not a warrior of the Mecate Shawnee might say that.” “You fought with a bear,” she reminded him. “What shame is there to admit that you hurt? You’re human, aren’t you?” His black eyes snapped open with the intensity of a steel trap. “A Shawnee? Human?” he challenged. “Do you hear what you say?” “By Christ’s wounds, Talon! You’re as human as I am.” He sighed and his eyelids drifted closed. “Remember that, Becca . . . remember. I am just a man. A man . . . who cannot . . . cannot hate his . . . prisoner.” ― Judith E. French, This Fierce Loving
“We all had our sins to bear.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Risk had to be taken if you wanted a reward.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“The people who had no fear of death were the most dangerous of all.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“If she wanted to win, something must be done. Because she wasn't a princess, nor a mere pawn. If she wanted to win, a vicious queen she'd become.” ― Becca Steele, Vicious Queen
“I blame you for this. You may tell the greatest lies and wear a brilliant disguise, but you can't escape the eyes of the one who sees right through you.” ― Becca Steele, The Lies We Tell
“Have you ever been so aware of someone that your whole being reacts to them? Like you can’t even control it?” ― Becca Steele, The Lies We Tell
“This girl. I was gone for her. Why had I ignored how perfect she was for me? Yeah, she did like my sadistic side. I knew how me restraining her when we fucked turned her on, and just how hard she came when I was gripping her throat. After everything that had happened with Dylan, I’d been hesitant to do anything that might trigger her, but she…I wasn’t really sure I understood, but she said that she felt safe with me and trusted me. And I’d never do anything to break that trust.” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“I…” What could I even say to that? How could I explain the voices inside my head, constantly telling me that I wasn’t enough? That I hid away so no one would have a chance to hurt me? To make me feel less?” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“She looked so happy. Anyone could see how genuine her smile was. They looked like a proper couple, staring into each other’s eyes with the sunset behind them. I sucked in a harsh breath. It hurt to see her happiness and know that it was caused by another man.” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“Blood didn't make you family; bonds did.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Rules were meant to be broken, and sins were meant to be atoned for.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“snorted.” ― Becca Steele, Trick Me Twice
“Pressing my mouth to his, I flicked my tongue against his lips, and he finally opened up for me. The voices in my head fell silent at last, and all I saw was him. This was worth whatever shit was coming. He was worth it.” ― Becca Steele, Cross the Line
“Being brave... that's about acting in spite of your fear.” ― Becca Steele, Vicious Queen
“The closer someone got to your heart, the more power they had to break it.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“But I was broken inside, and sometimes, at times like this, the cracks began to show.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Life had a way to keep tragedies preserved in your memory forever.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Talon.” Her voice reached him just as he began the first note of his death song and his heart leaped. “Talon. Can you hear me?” He tried to open his eyes, but they were weighed down with mud. He smelled her. She was very close. He wanted to reach out to her, but he was so tired. “Talon.” Something warm and alive brushed his lips. Her caress was sweet and powerful. Feather-light, it jolted him with the intensity of a lightning bolt. If he didn’t hold on to her, the cold mud would seep into his nose and throat and choke the life from him. “Talon . . . don’t die,” she whispered. He opened his eyes just as she kissed him a second time with infinite tenderness. She gasped as he threw his good arm around her and crushed her against him. She was warm and alive. Vision or flesh and blood woman, she’d not leave him. Talon pressed his mouth against hers with searing heat. “Talon,” she cried, as she struggled free of his embrace and stood trembling, apparently unsure whether to run or fling herself back into his arms. “You’re . . . you’re awake,” she managed. A slow smile spread over his face. She covered her mouth with her hand. Her lips were tingling. “I was afraid . . .” she began. “I mean . . . I thought that you . . .” She put distance between them. “Your fever was very high,” she said quickly. “We . . . I was afraid that you—” “I am not dead, Becca,” he said hoarsely. “I . . . can see that.” Unconsciously, she rubbed her mouth. “You . . . you kissed me,” she whispered. “You kissed me first.” She felt giddy. “I did, didn’t I?” He closed his eyes again. “We must talk of this later,” he murmured. “Now, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.” She reached for the brimming cup of medicine his sister had left when she went out. “You . . . you must have something to drink,” she said. “Are you in pain?” He made a sound that might have been either a low groan or a chuckle. “A man who was not a warrior of the Mecate Shawnee might say that.” “You fought with a bear,” she reminded him. “What shame is there to admit that you hurt? You’re human, aren’t you?” His black eyes snapped open with the intensity of a steel trap. “A Shawnee? Human?” he challenged. “Do you hear what you say?” “By Christ’s wounds, Talon! You’re as human as I am.” He sighed and his eyelids drifted closed. “Remember that, Becca . . . remember. I am just a man. A man . . . who cannot . . . cannot hate his . . . prisoner.” ― Judith E. French, This Fierce Loving
“We all had our sins to bear.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“Risk had to be taken if you wanted a reward.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“The people who had no fear of death were the most dangerous of all.” ― Becca Steele, Merciless Kings
“If she wanted to win, something must be done. Because she wasn't a princess, nor a mere pawn. If she wanted to win, a vicious queen she'd become.” ― Becca Steele, Vicious Queen
“I blame you for this. You may tell the greatest lies and wear a brilliant disguise, but you can't escape the eyes of the one who sees right through you.” ― Becca Steele, The Lies We Tell
“Have you ever been so aware of someone that your whole being reacts to them? Like you can’t even control it?” ― Becca Steele, The Lies We Tell
