68 Quotes by Anne Stuart

You're probably right," he whispered."About what?"He looked up at him and managed a brief, farewell smile. "I rather think Emma did run off with my heart," he confessed.

She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction at all. He was a monster, not even human.But he was her monster...

What happened to you? Did you finally annoy someone enough to have them beat the shit out of you?

He had no idea what Jilly Lovitz would appreciate or not. And why the hell did her name have so many fucking L's in it? She'd probably done it on purpose, just to annoy him.

You'll help me?""I told you, I have once more come to your rescue. Like a deus ex machina, I appear where I'm most needed.""You don't seem the slightest bit godlike to me," she observed. "Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

We have a guardian angel, and who cares if he's a fallen one?

Make certain you tell them you are not my sister.""Your sister? Why should anyone believe such an absurdity?" she said hotly, shaken by the very notion.He touched her then. His elegant, pale hand reached out and touched her chin, tilting her face up to his. He looked at her carefully, his dark green eyes revealing only cursory interest. "I cannot imagine," he said after a moment.

He pushed away from the door, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He looked like the devil, he thought with a trace of wry amusement. And dear, sweet, murderous Emma was a Botticelli angel, ripe for debauching.

He was sitting on her thighs, and his silk breeches were cool against her bare skin. His hands slid up her body, her buttocks, up the line of her back, and she arched in pleasure, like a cat, unable to help herself."You like that, do you?" he murmured. "I thought you might. You're a sensual creature, dear heart, no matter how you try to fight it. You were made for this.