75 Quotes by Julie Anne Long

Rebecca stared back at him, still dazed. She'd forgotten how to speak; it seemed an unimportant skill, anyhow, when such kisses were to be had, when a whole world could be made from a kiss.

Their faces were inches apart now, and he traced her lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he’d drawn them into being.

And then two footmen staggered forward.They were bearing between them a flower arrangement so brilliant it was nearly 'sentient.' A profusion of roses, the heads of which were nearly as pulsatingly crimson and large as actual hearts sprung from a luxurious froth of ferny greenery and minuscule lacy white flowers. It was magnificently intimidating and almost indecently sensual.The whole thing was the height of a three-year-old child.

Not every man will make you want to do anything he wishes because the moment he touches you your body is his to command. Not every man is capable of making you scream with bliss in every imaginable position, or knows where to touch you or listens to your breath and your sighs to know precisely how to touch you, so that the pleasure you experience is the most intense. Not every man will make you see stars every ...single... time.

And much like a catapult, my dear, the lower you begin in life, the higher you can eventually fly. All it requires is the right person to, shall we say, effect the launch.”-Miss Endicott.

And she reached out with trembling fingers and touched one of the roses. It was, surprisingly... unconscionably soft."A message was sent along with it, Miss Genevieve." Harriet handed over the sheet of folded foolscap, closed with a blob of wax. No seal was pressed into it.Genevieve slid her finger beneath it to break the seal.'My esteemed Venus-These reminded me of you. In my dreams, your lips are just this soft. - Your devoted servant, Mars

i can only think god is responsible for passion,for god gives us bodies with which to express it and heart in which to hold it

What brings you to Eversea House, Moncrieffe?"Very polite the question, but strain pitched it nearly an octave higher than Ian's usual voice. His nostrils had flared; white lines made dents on either side of them."Opportunity," Moncrieffe said simply.And smiled the sort of smile that wolves do, when they have their prey neatly cornered.

Colin could not recall a single women ever regarding him with anything so neutral as detachment.It suddenly seemed important to ascertain if she was pretty, in the same way it was necessary to know whether a man was armed.