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“Oh, God, he was a prince among men. A leprechaun riding a unicorn holding a fairy.”
― Alisha Rai, Serving Pleasure

“She was no longer fearful for her future or that of her sister's. He was heaven-sent.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Deal with the Earl

“He was gleamingly, smolderingly beautiful, like a pure medieval knight or a young King Arthur stepping off the pages of a painting.
Though it was always Lancelot who was shown with fair hair like Linden's, those long strands of dark gold and amber softening the hard planes of his warrior-strong face. Did Lancelot have a mouth like Linden's? Full and strong and sensual? Suggesting unspeakable delights if one could only unlock the man who possessed it?
Was it a mouth like this which undid Guinevere?”
― Fenna Edgewood, Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss

“Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.”
― Mary Balogh, Dancing with Clara

“Her little squeal of surprise emboldened him, his hand threading through her hair. It yearned to tighten, to wrench her head back so that he might graze his teeth along her neck.

Learn what sort of sounds she’d make then.”
― Liz Meldon, Predator

“Perhaps he could distract her with a kiss. Yes, her luscious lips were far past due for that tactic. (Garrett)”
― Jami Gold, Stone-Cold Heart

“You have bewitched me," he whispered, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "In mind, body, and spirit.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Successor: Tales of Pern Coen

“She felt herself leaning forward, and sucked in a breath to steady herself, then wished she had not, for immediately the fresh, sweaty, sun-soaked scent of him filled her nostrils, fueling the mad urge to reach out a fingertip and graze that triangle of skin, a desire of such intensity she could hardly breathe or move.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss

“His hair was a dark gold and worn long enough to reach his chin. It had been pulled back into a tight queue for riding and bound with a leather strip, but the wind had pulled it loose and now it flew around his face. Perhaps on another man, the style might have been unflattering. But on Linden Chevalier it only added something more alluring to his presence, and as he lifted a black-gloved hand to push it back, the set of his jaw and twist of his mouth made him look sharp and wicked.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss

“Stop, Wren,â€� she sobbed, her eyes wide as she watched. “We’ll both die. Go back down. Please. I beg you. Leave me.â€�
“Never in a hundred thousand years,â€� he growled, his jaw clenched so tight he thought it would break.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Lady Briar Weds the Scot