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“Speaking directly against her heart, he said, “A dragon only Chooses once, Paloma. We can’t help it. It’s like a space opens up inside of us when we Choose, but it’s a space that only fits one person.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“Cal wasn’t used to wanting. He didn’t care for it. Certainly, wanting and yearning had never helped him before. It only caused more pain. Better to accept the ache of loneliness than to make it worse with the never-ending hunger of hope.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“You will never have to.” Stroking her hair, he added, “And just so we’re clear, I’m not broody.” She smothered a laugh by pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Mm, if you say so, baby.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“No, no, no.” Margot elbowed her way out from behind Viktor. The shifter made to grab her, but one venomous look from those copper-colored eyes put him in his place. Not even an alpha wanted to piss off a gloriana. And then Margot Goode, the bloody center of his universe, stepped forward.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“Margot flattened her palms against his chest as another stab of guilt stole her breath. Does it bother you that I don’t love you? Yet. You don’t love me yet. You’re very sure of yourself. But he had every right to be, didn’t he? Theodore was the sovereign, he was gorgeous, and so far, he’d been right about everything. If his ego was a little inflated, Margot could hardly blame him. That didn’t mean she would let him know that, though. His snort echoed against the marble. “With the way you’re looking at me? I give it a month, tops.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“Okay,” she finally answered, glancing away. “I need to take a shower first, but if you come back in fifteen minutes maybe we can have another cup of tea.” “Another shower?” His brain might have short-circuited over the image that presented, if he didn’t so vividly recall her damp hair from breakfast. “Didn’t you already take one?” Her endearingly shy expression shuttered. “Do you want to spend the evening with me or do you want to criticize my bathing habits, Sovereign?” Theodore threw up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll wait.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“Cal made to follow her retreat, chasing her lips with his own, but she turned her head away. “Cal, we need to talk about—” His lips, wet and swollen from her kisses, trailed over her cheekbone to press against the shell of her ear. “Don’t take this from me, witch,” he rasped, mistaking her protest for a rejection. “A deal is a deal.”  He paused, breathing hard, before he begged in a broken whisper, “Please don’t take this from me.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“For all my fellow silly girls: you are never too much you are always enough”
― Abigail Kelly, Empire

“As they walked up the driveway, Cal caught sight of the sign above the door. No solicitors. No crooks. No murderers — unless you’re here for an interview.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“I just remembered something.” When he didn’t immediately continue, Charlotte let out a long sigh. “…Are you gonna tell me, or are you going to let my anxiety speculate?”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“He shot her an intense look from under the shadow of his drawn brows. “I’ll stop if it really upsets you, Charlotte, but I like the name.” “Why?” He answered immediately, without even a hint of teasing. “Because you remind me of a firefly. You’re pretty and small and light up the darkness. I want to cup you in my hands and keep you close. Is that so bad?”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“She’d never had much of a preference for rough, I-work-with-my-hands-and-drive-ten-foot-high-trucks men before, but she was starting to see the appeal.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“Margot’s struggles paused as she processed that thought. It’s… play.  That’s what the elvish blood wanted: a partner to play with, to test, to fight and know, without any doubt, that they would never, ever hurt them. It wasn’t weird, or unnatural. It was just… courtship.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“I honestly have no idea why I said you could stay.” She breathed deep, her chest rising and falling slowly, as if she wanted to get as much air in her lungs as possible, to keep it there for as long as she could. “My grandmother would be appalled. I’m appalled.” Theodore couldn’t stop his grin. Was she always so proper? It tickled him to think so.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“He was, after all, weather. One moment he could be as placid as a sunny day, and the next he could be a raging storm. Respecting him, loving him, meant understanding the nature of his being, so Elise knew she had to forgo any assumptions. Like always, she needed to be careful. “Explain, please,” she said. Reaching out to smooth her hands down his naked chest, she added, “Tell me what you mean by permanent.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“She shuddered, the new angle providing an immediate and almost overwhelming stimulation. “Did you say this would go on for two months?” Dom slicked his tongue against her lower lip before he bothered to reply. “Two months.” His amber-on-black eyes lifted to pin her with a hard, hungry look. “This is barely the start. You think you can handle it?” Charlotte swallowed. Desire was a low-burning fire in the pit of her stomach, growing stronger with every second that passed. Reaching up to curl her fingers around the base of his antlers, she dragged his mouth back to hers. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, “but I’m not a godsdamned quitter.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“Glory save me. The image that presented made her ache in ways she could never have imagined. Margot shuddered, gasping, “You sure sound like you’ve done this before.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“What happens if you find out I’m annoying? Or incredibly high maintenance?” Dom cracked a tiny, breathtaking smile. “I already know those things.” Charlotte hissed and gave his knee a tiny pinch. “I am not high maintenance!”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“Cal, you’ve been used enough,” she explained, voice hoarse. “I don’t think I can go through with this knowing that I would just be another in a long line of people trying to exploit you.” His eyes narrowed until they were little more than glittering shards of black stone in his silvery face. “I don’t care if you exploit me. I want what you promised.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“She wasn’t lying when she told Theodore she could multi-task.  Margot was perfectly capable of freaking out and sealing cracked bone at the same time.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“In a measured, pleasant voice, he informed her, “That was your one.” “Excuse me? My one what?” “Lie.” Theodore blinked slowly, his dark green tongue snaking out to lick away a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.”
― Abigail Kelly, Consort's Glory

“Charlotte was woman enough to admit when she’d made a misjudgment. Not aloud, obviously, but within the privacy of her mind? Sure, she could admit it.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings

“Thanks.” Her voice cracked, the hard edge of desperation blunted as she breathed out a long, shuddering breath. Cradling the phone with two hands, she swallowed hard before adding, “I’m Charlotte, by the way.” Charlotte. A strong name for a fierce little fey. His mate, Charlotte. He smiled, showing off his own set of fangs — larger and duller than hers, meant for crushing rather than tearing, but fearsome in their own way. “Domhnall,” he answered. “But you can call me Dom.”
― Abigail Kelly, Fragile Beings