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“The loud banging on Himari’s door could only be one person, only one person in the world knocked like that, her neighbor Filippo ben Vincente. “I am not home,” Himari yelled, refusing to leave her nest on the couch.
“I have your favorite… amaretti. Still warm from the oven,” Filippo coaxed.
Himari looked at the junk food wrappers scattered on the coffee table and thought about her empty kitchen. Filippo’s cookies were divine. “Make me a cappuccino, too?”
“Yes, I make you two cappuccino. Come on.”
Himari rolled her eyes. She stopped correcting his English, especially when she found it charming. Shuffling to the door, she pulled it open and gave him a reluctant smile.
He threw up his hands and said, “Mamma Mia, look at you, eh? What is this you are wearing? It’s the same clothes since two days ago, and they were disgusting then.”
“Shut up and give me cookies.” Himari moved past him, seeing his studio door ajar.”
― M3-The Outsiders
“I have your favorite… amaretti. Still warm from the oven,” Filippo coaxed.
Himari looked at the junk food wrappers scattered on the coffee table and thought about her empty kitchen. Filippo’s cookies were divine. “Make me a cappuccino, too?”
“Yes, I make you two cappuccino. Come on.”
Himari rolled her eyes. She stopped correcting his English, especially when she found it charming. Shuffling to the door, she pulled it open and gave him a reluctant smile.
He threw up his hands and said, “Mamma Mia, look at you, eh? What is this you are wearing? It’s the same clothes since two days ago, and they were disgusting then.”
“Shut up and give me cookies.” Himari moved past him, seeing his studio door ajar.”
― M3-The Outsiders
“Don’t you see? The most important person here is Josiah.” A gust of wind blew her hair away from her face, revealing a fierceness in her he had never seen before. “He is who you must protect with your life. The fate of the entire kingdom hinges on him retaking the throne. If it comes down to a choice between any of us, you must choose him.” Davianna gripped his hands and held his gaze. “That is the vow I would have from you, Prince. Promise me.”
“Bloody Hell,” he murmured. —Prince Peter ben Korah and Davianna ben David”
― M5-Circle of Trust
“Bloody Hell,” he murmured. —Prince Peter ben Korah and Davianna ben David”
― M5-Circle of Trust
“His brown eyes softened with old love and knowledge. He stood, battle-hardened, resolute, and ready. “Fey, this has been coming since he took you. One day, I was going to fight. I wasn’t going to standby anymore.” He picked her up. “You’ve always known that.”
“We’ve lost so much, but we have it all back. Why do you have to fight? Let’s run.” She knew, even as she said the words, that he wouldn’t, but she had to try.
“You didn’t marry a runner, darling.”
She leaned her forehead against his, tears falling on his chest. “No. I married a man.” —James ben Kole and Persa ben Yereq”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“We’ve lost so much, but we have it all back. Why do you have to fight? Let’s run.” She knew, even as she said the words, that he wouldn’t, but she had to try.
“You didn’t marry a runner, darling.”
She leaned her forehead against his, tears falling on his chest. “No. I married a man.” —James ben Kole and Persa ben Yereq”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“Esmeralda’s breath caught, a vision flashed: Mack jumping in front of Prince Peter, his face set and determined, men scattering and shouting.
“It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Peccioli, Esmeralda.”
Esmeralda tried to control her expression as the vision changed. She saw Mack bursting into a room, finding young Prince Peter contorted in pain, suspended above his bed. Mack bellowed a Scripture, and the black smoke departed, but the stench of sulfur lingered.
Her eyes grew huge as she whispered, “The black smoke… you fought it…you saved the Prince from it.”
Mack jerked his hand away.
The vision cleared and Esmeralda looked at him in horror. “I’m so sorry. I should not have said that.”
Mack, turning to Thaddeus, drawled, “Well, she is a surprise. You brought me a seer?” —Esmeralda ben Claude and Mack ben Robert”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
“It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Peccioli, Esmeralda.”
Esmeralda tried to control her expression as the vision changed. She saw Mack bursting into a room, finding young Prince Peter contorted in pain, suspended above his bed. Mack bellowed a Scripture, and the black smoke departed, but the stench of sulfur lingered.
Her eyes grew huge as she whispered, “The black smoke… you fought it…you saved the Prince from it.”
Mack jerked his hand away.
The vision cleared and Esmeralda looked at him in horror. “I’m so sorry. I should not have said that.”
Mack, turning to Thaddeus, drawled, “Well, she is a surprise. You brought me a seer?” —Esmeralda ben Claude and Mack ben Robert”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
“I’ve got to go, Esmie. But remind me to tell you when I get back. The story will curl your hair.”
Esmeralda gave him a pout, both at his teasing about her hair and because he was going to leave without telling her. “You are not a nice guy, Ian.”
“Ah, so you’ve uncovered my secret.” He kissed her cheek in parting. “I have never been a nice guy, Esmeralda.” Intensity burned in his winter blue eyes as he added, “And I have never been tame.” —Ian ben Kole and Esmeralda ben Claude”
― M5-Circle of Trust
Esmeralda gave him a pout, both at his teasing about her hair and because he was going to leave without telling her. “You are not a nice guy, Ian.”
“Ah, so you’ve uncovered my secret.” He kissed her cheek in parting. “I have never been a nice guy, Esmeralda.” Intensity burned in his winter blue eyes as he added, “And I have never been tame.” —Ian ben Kole and Esmeralda ben Claude”
― M5-Circle of Trust
“For the record, I know at least a half a dozen leggy blondes who do not want to get in my pants.”
His charming smile disarmed her, and she collapsed on the pillow beside him, laughing. “All six of them?”
“Maybe, five.” —Prince Peter ben Korah and Davianna ben David”
― M1-The Black Key
His charming smile disarmed her, and she collapsed on the pillow beside him, laughing. “All six of them?”
“Maybe, five.” —Prince Peter ben Korah and Davianna ben David”
― M1-The Black Key
“The heat came roaring back. If she could bottle his voice, it would be worth millions on the hot sauce market. A dozen flirtatious retorts came to mind. Yesterday she might have delivered any of them with practiced skill, but he was no simpering schoolboy. “You are a silver-tongued devil, Beau Landry.”—Alaina ben Thomas”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“Thaddeus absorbed her, imprinting his mind with her curly brown hair, her delicate chin, her gorgeous big eyes. “You need time to grow up, to find out who you are going to be. You need to do that without me lurking around like some… lecherous old man.”
Her lower lip trembled, but before she could protest, he cut her off. “I swim in a deep ocean of regret and self-recrimination, Esmeralda. I don’t need to add despoiling little girls to my conscience.”
“We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.”
“And I plan to keep it that way,” he said in a strained voice. —Thaddeus ben Todd and Esmeralda ben Claude”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
Her lower lip trembled, but before she could protest, he cut her off. “I swim in a deep ocean of regret and self-recrimination, Esmeralda. I don’t need to add despoiling little girls to my conscience.”
“We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.”
“And I plan to keep it that way,” he said in a strained voice. —Thaddeus ben Todd and Esmeralda ben Claude”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
“Beau clawed at the overturned table, pushing to his hands and knees, blood running off his beard onto the floor. The man who charged enemy lines a dozen times against overwhelming odds determined he would not die groveling on the floor. —Beau Landry”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
“I, conversely, have been racing cars since the first ones rolled off the assembly line. I am arguably one of the best drivers in the world, and I am certainly the best driver in this motley crew.” He cleared his throat and drew himself up in absolute regal authority, “Besides, it is my bloody car. So, get in. The lot of you are making my head hurt.” —Prince Peter ben Korah”
― M1-The Black Key
― M1-The Black Key
“At eighteen, Lady Joanna ben Luke had a talent for being invisible. The night of the Coronation Ball, she applied herself to the task and blended into the yellow and gold wallpaper like a chameleon. Invisibility, unfortunately, did nothing to ease her physical discomfort. She surmised the seventh ring of Hell was not much hotter than the Palace ballroom tonight.”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
“Thaddeus kept his own council, but at the end of the second week, it was eating at him. Adopting a casual tone, he asked Eve, “Where’s Esmeralda been?”
Eve looked up from her reading. “She’s around. She came by yesterday.”
Thaddeus stroked his chin and said, “Hmm, I haven’t seen her.”
Eve returned her attention to her book but added softly, “She’s growing up, Thaddeus. Perhaps that crush she’s always had on you has finally run its course.”
It was the most personal observation she ever made to him, and he caught the significance. Not bothering to deny her words, he said, “One can only hope that it has.”
“Can one?” She stood, for once ready to retire before she fell asleep in her chair. “I think to be loved by anyone is special, Thaddeus. You’d do well not to wish it away.” She patted his shoulder. “Good night." —Thaddeus ben Todd and Eve ben Medford”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
Eve looked up from her reading. “She’s around. She came by yesterday.”
Thaddeus stroked his chin and said, “Hmm, I haven’t seen her.”
Eve returned her attention to her book but added softly, “She’s growing up, Thaddeus. Perhaps that crush she’s always had on you has finally run its course.”
It was the most personal observation she ever made to him, and he caught the significance. Not bothering to deny her words, he said, “One can only hope that it has.”
“Can one?” She stood, for once ready to retire before she fell asleep in her chair. “I think to be loved by anyone is special, Thaddeus. You’d do well not to wish it away.” She patted his shoulder. “Good night." —Thaddeus ben Todd and Eve ben Medford”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
“The commanding officer, the doctor, and the Prince could well order her to do anything he wanted, and she better get used to it. She suffered a serious trauma and may well be slipping into a manic episode. He was not going to have it. Just as he was about to inform her of that fact, she put a plate of bacon in front of him and flashed a pretty smile.
“Pancakes, coming up!”
She swished away; her incredible ass covered by a handprint of flour. He nearly choked on his coffee.
Damn, undone by bacon and a tight little ass. —Prince Josiah ben Eamonn”
― M1-The Black Key
“Pancakes, coming up!”
She swished away; her incredible ass covered by a handprint of flour. He nearly choked on his coffee.
Damn, undone by bacon and a tight little ass. —Prince Josiah ben Eamonn”
― M1-The Black Key
“A hush fell over the dorm, and Mack rested his hand on his sidearm. His mouth hit the floor when he realized what was causing it, two gorgeous women strutting down the hallway like runway models. Yet, he only saw one. She was a vision straight out of his erotic dreams, Lavinia ben Anthony dressed in red, an angel and a devil combined.
Behind him, Peter whistled low in appreciation. “Bloody hell, Mack. Who are they?”
“You keep a civil tongue in your head, boy,” Mack said without thinking, his eyes glued to the most exquisite beauty he had ever seen.”
― M3-The Outsiders
Behind him, Peter whistled low in appreciation. “Bloody hell, Mack. Who are they?”
“You keep a civil tongue in your head, boy,” Mack said without thinking, his eyes glued to the most exquisite beauty he had ever seen.”
― M3-The Outsiders
“Tonight, she went prowling at two of the local clubs. She intrigued him. It was the feline way she moved, fluid and graceful, a lioness, in a slinky black dress. She disappeared in the shadows, seen when she wanted to be, invisible when she wished. He knew the moment she detected him, by the subtle shift of her eyes, the slight turn of her head. The lioness caught the scent of the lion, and at 11:30 pm, she led him back to her den.
The meeting did not go as planned, then again, lions are not tame. —Reuben ben Judah and Kayah ben Samuel”
― M3-The Outsiders
The meeting did not go as planned, then again, lions are not tame. —Reuben ben Judah and Kayah ben Samuel”
― M3-The Outsiders
“At eighteen, Lady Joanna ben Luke had a talent for being invisible. The night of the Coronation Ball, she applied herself to the task and blended into the yellow and gold wallpaper like a chameleon. Invisibility, unfortunately, did nothing to ease her physical discomfort. She surmised the seventh ring of Hell was not much hotter than the Palace ballroom tonight.
Her brown eyes widened with dread as she felt a slow rivulet of sweat run down the inside of her arm. A covert glance confirmed it, wet armpits. Great, just great. Even if they dried, which was unlikely in this heat, silk stained. She resigned herself to keeping her arms plastered to her sides for the rest of the night, which did nothing to improve her mood or ease the pain from the corset stays. Those medieval torture devices were supposed to make her appear trim. Instead, they dug painfully into her soft belly and forced her ample bosom so high she was afraid one of the straining gold buttons was going to launch and put someone’s eye out. She couldn’t even take a deep breath, trussed up and sweating like a pale chicken ten minutes into the roasting cycle.”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
Her brown eyes widened with dread as she felt a slow rivulet of sweat run down the inside of her arm. A covert glance confirmed it, wet armpits. Great, just great. Even if they dried, which was unlikely in this heat, silk stained. She resigned herself to keeping her arms plastered to her sides for the rest of the night, which did nothing to improve her mood or ease the pain from the corset stays. Those medieval torture devices were supposed to make her appear trim. Instead, they dug painfully into her soft belly and forced her ample bosom so high she was afraid one of the straining gold buttons was going to launch and put someone’s eye out. She couldn’t even take a deep breath, trussed up and sweating like a pale chicken ten minutes into the roasting cycle.”
― M2-Rise of the Giants
“Alaina turned. “You dirty dog. You have been looking for an excuse to take that helicopter since I told you about it, haven’t you?”
He shrugged, adopting a boyish innocence. “What, what? This helicopter, it is for us to use, no? The Prince wants the girls’ parents safe. We get them safe. It is good.” He swaggered off to finish shaving.
Alaina called after him, “You just want to show off for Kayah and prove you can fly a helicopter.”
He stopped and turned over his shoulder, his strong nose in profile, the bulge of his muscles on full display. “I am Mossad, is sexy, no?” He winked and then disappeared into the bathroom.
Alaina let out an unsteady breath. Heat crept up her neck, and she fanned her face, murmuring, “Yes, you are, and that woman would kill me for even noticing.”—Reuben ben Judah and Alaina ben Thomas”
― M5-Circle of Trust
He shrugged, adopting a boyish innocence. “What, what? This helicopter, it is for us to use, no? The Prince wants the girls’ parents safe. We get them safe. It is good.” He swaggered off to finish shaving.
Alaina called after him, “You just want to show off for Kayah and prove you can fly a helicopter.”
He stopped and turned over his shoulder, his strong nose in profile, the bulge of his muscles on full display. “I am Mossad, is sexy, no?” He winked and then disappeared into the bathroom.
Alaina let out an unsteady breath. Heat crept up her neck, and she fanned her face, murmuring, “Yes, you are, and that woman would kill me for even noticing.”—Reuben ben Judah and Alaina ben Thomas”
― M5-Circle of Trust
“Saying goodbye, Joanna hugged Esmeralda and whispered, “Be prepared. Beau Landry is beautiful.” She pulled back and chuckled. “I thought you would like to know. No one warned me.”
Esmeralda covered a giggle and said, “Okay.”
“I am quite serious. He is unbelievably handsome.” Joanna’s brown eyes flashed as she pretended to fan herself.
Esmeralda laughed, “I’ve only ever had eyes for one man.”
“He is not a man. He is a French Cajun god.” —Lady Joanna ben Luke and Esmeralda ben Claude”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
Esmeralda covered a giggle and said, “Okay.”
“I am quite serious. He is unbelievably handsome.” Joanna’s brown eyes flashed as she pretended to fan herself.
Esmeralda laughed, “I’ve only ever had eyes for one man.”
“He is not a man. He is a French Cajun god.” —Lady Joanna ben Luke and Esmeralda ben Claude”
― M4-Sword of the Spirit
