84 Quotes by Lisa Carlisle

Remind me who you are,” he said in a gentler tone, almost a please. “How we know each other.”“Okay,” she began. “I’m Savannah Evans, a grad student and teaching assistant who teaches English at a college in Cambridge. I applied to the colony to work on my poetry and arrived six weeks ago. “We’ve spoken many times. You’ve praised my work, which I find a great honor as I’m a fan of your art.

Can I see it yet?”Gina shook her head with wide eyes. “Not until it’s done. I hate letting anyone see my work until it’s finished.“Why?” A curious glint twinkled from his eyes.“Uh, uh. I don’t know,” she stammered. “It’s not ready to be seen. Naked, I guess. Unfinished.”“I let you hear a few chords of my music. Unfinished.” His voice dropped to a dangerously sexy tone. “Naked.

When you live among piranhas, you find truth and goodness an asset.

I’m into you, Gina.” He studied her face, her parted lips, and then pulled his gaze away. “But we can never be together.

You could inspire any man to do a number of things.

Their art was a natural pairing – Savannah’s poems were intensely romantic and sensual, and Antoine’s sculptures were erotically charged – and it only fueled the talk speculating if they were together.

You don’t have to pose,” she said. “I want to capture you as you were. Forget I’m even here.”He gave her a lopsided grin. “It’s impossible not to notice you.

Since she had arrived for her stay at the artists’ colony called Les Beaux Arts at the Chateau DeRoche, she’d noticed something different about the owner, Antoine Chevalier. And not just the way his eyes bore into hers, shooting shivers through her and making it difficult to breathe. His quiet nature, his preference for seclusion for days at a time, and his still, composed temperament belied an intensity within. Noir eyes that rarely blinked spoke of haunted depth and smoldering passion.

A cross between two species. Doomed with the thirst of the undead for human blood, yet tormented by the gargoyle drive to protect them.