About Elizabeth Hoyt: Elizabeth Hoyt is a New York Times bestselling author of historical romance. She also writes contemporary romance under the name Julia Harper. She now lives in central Illinois with her husband and two children.
I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration.” He stroked her hair soothingly. “You will never be a millstone about my neck. Rather you're the sunshine that brightens my day.” He swallowed. “Don't you see? You brought me into the...
She smiled as she poured tea into his cup. “I hope you find your rooms comfortable?” “Quite.” He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue. “The view is to your liking?” He had a view of a brick wall. “Indeed.” She fluttered ...
It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more—felt so much more—beneath. No one had ever noticed her mask. No one but him. If he couldn’t or wou...
She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. “Are you trying to steal the reins from me?” Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. “You have them only by my permission.
Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart. -Lazarus to his mother.
There's something about her," Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.
It was a strange thing, this feeling of empathy. He'd never experienced it before. He realized that what hurt this woman hurt him as well, that what made her bleed caused a hemorrhage of pain within his soul.
It's strange, but I find myself more disillusioned by a man who has such easily persuaded views than I would be by one whose views were entirely opposite but passionately held. Isn't that quixotic of me?
