Danielle L. Jensen kanadai
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Katalógusnév | Jensen, Danielle L. |
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Nem | nő |
Honlap | danielleljensen.com |
@danielleljensen | |
@dljensen_ |
Könyvei 26
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Népszerű idézetek
“What do you think of this color?” Malahi asked, holding up a scrap of finely woven wool in front of his face. Killian frowned at it. “Seems a strange choice for a gown.”
“For you, Killian. Not for me.” She frowned. “Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
[…]
“I…”
Malahi huffed out a breath of amusement. “This is why your mother still has to send you clothing.”
Killian’s cheeks warmed. “She does not—”
“Who taught you to cook?”
Her eyes flicked to Marcus, who was now dragging the cot to the opposite side of the shack from the fire, the wood scratching over the dirt floor. “This isn’t cooking. Cooking is an art involving carefully selected ingredients and perfected techniques. This is just taking a raw hunk of meat and”—she floundered for a descriptor—“making it not raw.”
“I believe that’s the definition of cooking.”
“Knives, as I recall, are your specialty.”
Killing was her specialty.
20. oldal
“What’s between your legs doesn’t determine the path you’ll walk in life.”
46. oldal
He leaned down, resting his hands on the sides of her chair, the muscles of his arms standing out in stark relief. Invading her space. Attempting to intimidate her the way his damned kingdom intimidated every other.
“Let me make myself abundantly clear, Lara. Ithicana has not held the bridge by spilling its secrets over a bottle of brandy, so if that’s your intent, you’ll have to get more creative. Better yet, save us all the trouble and forget it even exists.”
Lara leaned back in her chair, never breaking eye contact. With both hands, she pulled up the skirt of her dress, higher and higher until her thighs were revealed, seeing the intensity of his gaze shift to a different target. Lifting one leg, she pressed a naked foot against his chest, watching his eyes race from her knee to her thigh to the silken underthings she wore beneath.
“How about you take your bridge,” she said sweetly, “and shove it up your ass.” His eyes widened right as she straightened her leg, shoving him out of her space.
92-93. oldal
Surly turned around to face the back of his stall at the sight of Killian, but Seahawk stuck her head over the door and whinnied loudly. “Hello, beautiful,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “Care to go for a ride?”
“Half my court would sell their souls to hear those words from you and you say them to a horse?”
Marcus watched her climb a ladder leading to the network of buildings and bridges, her soaking-wet trousers stretched tight across her curved ass, which he only realized he was staring at when Miki muttered, „Eyes up, sir,” as he passed. Why he was staring at her ass was lost on him, because the entire day she's been nothing but a pain in his.
My mother taught me many skills to ensure I'd make a good wife to my husband.
(első mondat)