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“Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Brazen

“The only reason I can鈥檛 jump in and engage life is that I鈥檝e told myself I can鈥檛. Yet I can鈥檛 helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“So, what...in the meantime, you just...鈥� He glanced at her then back at the road. 鈥淒eny yourself?鈥�

Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. 鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.鈥�

He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn鈥檛 help but laugh.
鈥淪orry, didn鈥檛 you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?鈥�

鈥淣ot at all.鈥� He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. 鈥淚鈥檓 just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“But...a vibrator can鈥檛 hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.鈥�

Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.鈥�

鈥淚t can鈥檛 snuggle with you after,鈥� he countered with another laugh.

Em snorted. 鈥淎nd that鈥檚 your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?鈥�

鈥淚鈥檒l have you know I give very good pillow talk.鈥�

Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. 鈥淩ight,鈥� she muttered. 鈥淥f course you do.鈥�

鈥淚 really do.鈥� He nodded. 鈥淢ost women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I鈥檓 a full service kinda guy.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“You should really go inside now,鈥� he said.

Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. 鈥淎nd if I don鈥檛?鈥�

鈥淵ou want to fuck me on your doorstep?鈥� he asked, his voice low and gravelly. 鈥淐all me tomorrow when you鈥檙e sober. I鈥檒l be right over.鈥�

She jutted her chin defiantly鈥攃learly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. 鈥淚 won鈥檛 need you after I鈥檝e spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.鈥�

Linc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. 鈥淕o inside,鈥� he growled.

Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sin
If she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she鈥檇 be immune to him in any situation?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“His aftershave 鈥� eau du sex god - wafted her way.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“You'll need to prove your worth again. They'll need to see it. To believe I see it."
He cut her a look. "My worth is three times that of most respected men of the ton."
She shook her head. "I mean your value. As a marquess. As a man."
He went still. "Anyone who knows my tale can tell you that I haven't much value as either of those things. I lost it all a decade ago. Perhaps you hadn't heard?"
The words oozed from him, all condescension, and she knew the question was rhetorical, but she would not be cowed. "I have heard.." She lifted her chin to meet his gaze head-on. "And you are willing to let one foolish, childhood peccadillo cloud your image for the rest of eternity? And mine as well, now?"
He shifted, leaning toward her, all danger and threat. She held her own, refusing to sit back. To look away. "I lost it all. Hundreds of thousands of pounds' worth. On one card. It was colossal. A loss for the history books. And you call it a peccadillo?"
She swallowed. "Hundreds of thousands?"
"Give or take."
She resisted the urge to ask precisely how much was to be given or taken. "On one card?"
"One card."
"Perhaps not a peccadillo, then. But foolish, to be sure." She had no idea where the words came from, but they came nonetheless, and she knew that her choices were to brazen it through or show her fear.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

“There was nothing glamorous about the kiss. It was breathy and sloppy and noisy, more passion than finesse, but it was like a hit of speed tripping
through his blood, rippling pleasure through his thighs and buttocks and belly, their heads twisting greedily in time to the wild buck of his hips.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

“Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing hard and deep and wet, and they were moaning and rubbing and tugging and grinding. Harper鈥檚 heart crashed in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears and her breathing came in shallow gasps and her breasts were squashed against his chest and they were in a goddamn bathroom at her work
and she didn鈥檛 care.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

“It felt like they鈥檇 been plunged into a rainbow, or maybe
even seen the face of God.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

“Seriously, would you want some strange dude with
a scalpel down near your lady parts?鈥�

She shuddered. 鈥淚 can think of better uses for a dude
down near my lady parts.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

“If they didn鈥檛 stop this, she was going to come
embarrassingly quickly.
Possibly even right now.
Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

“She couldn鈥檛 lookaway from the feral lust on his face鈥攖he cording of his neck muscles, the tight clamp of his jaw, the baring of his teeth. It fed the heat building in her thighs and buttocks and belly. It
stoked the fever raging out of control between her legs.
She鈥檇 never been so freaking turned on in her life.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing It Cool

“Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn鈥檚 leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.
Like she was in heat.
Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.
Embarrassing leg-humping avoided鈥攂ravo!”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties”
― Amy Andrews

“This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“He hadn鈥檛 struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he鈥檇 called out to Jesus when he鈥檇 been deep inside her.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.”
― Amy Andrews

“If I鈥檇 known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“You鈥檙e a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“He鈥檇 gone too far. He didn鈥檛 usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.”
― Amy Andrews, Playing the Player

“You'll need to prove your worth again. They'll need to see it. To believe I see it."
He cut her a look. "My worth is three times that of most respected men of the ton."
She shook her head. "I mean your value. As a marquess. As a man."
He went still. "Anyone who knows my tale can tell you that I haven't much value as either of those things. I lost it all a decade ago. Perhaps you hadn't heard?"
The words oozed from him, all condescension, and she knew the question was rhetorical, but she would not be cowed. "I have heard." She lifted her chin to meet his gaze head-on. "And you are willing to let one foolish, childhood peccadillo cloud your image for the rest of eternity? And mine as well, now?"
He shifted, leaning toward her, all danger and threat. She held her own, refusing to sit back. To look away. "I lost it all. Hundreds of thousands of pounds' worth. On one card. It was colossal. A loss for the history books. And you call it a peccadillo?"
She swallowed. "Hundreds of thousands?"
"Give or take."
She resisted the urge to ask precisely how much was to be given or taken. "On one card?"
"One card."
"Perhaps not a peccadillo, then. But foolish, to be sure." She had no idea where the words came from, but they came nonetheless, and she knew that her choices were to brazen it through or show her fear.”
― Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

“It really was too early in the day to deal with all of that energy. She didn't dislike Stella Darling. More than anything Ellie felt a twitch of pity for her. At just under five feet, Stella could barely contain herself within her clothes. Ellie wasn't sure if they were too small for her, or if she just happened to own one of those unlucky bodies nothing seemed to fit right. Her hair was an unnatural red that flew out in every direction and she wore too much makeup.
At the paper, Stella's specialty was weather and farm reports. She also knew a fair bit about natural remedies for everyday problems. She always had great tips for things like curing earaches with a hair dryer and various surefire stain removal techniques. Truth be told, Ellie often felt like she had more in common with Stella than she did anyone else. She recognized the invisibility magic wrapped around Stella's uncontrollable curves. But unlike Ellie, Stella fought it with everything she had. She tried too hard, and although she was not invisible physically the way Ellie could be, she slipped the minds of those around her. She invited herself loudly, brazenly to be included. It was that brazen energy that Ellie wasn't always keen to deal with at nine in the morning.”
― Amy S. Foster, When Autumn Leaves

“The kiss sent a wave of heat through Dain鈥檚 frame, a sensation that made him feel inadequate and brazen all at the same time.”
― Micheline Ryckman, The Maiden Ship

“If you keep your mouth closed more than you keep it open, there鈥檚 a whole lot less opportunity to put your foot in it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough