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“As the sun began to rise, the man reached out to the woman, and they clasped hands. He cradled her, and languidly they lifted themselves up to their feet, their bodies brushing, their eyes lost in each other's. Sensuously, deliberately, they danced, moving as though they were one, their body language smooth as their limbs carefully unfolded. They twirled and rocked, intertwined and separated, nearly leaning onto one another but barely touching, their movements sometimes tender, sometimes almost violent...Moments passed while the dancers held tight to each other, as though their bodies were melting together. The expression on their features as they lifted their faces to the sky was one of unimaginable joy.”
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“He emerged out of the lake, the declining sun drenching him with aureate light, the droplets on his body iridescent in their beams. He walked confidently toward her, almost every inch of his sculptured body exposed in his black swimsuit. Each sharp contour of muscle glistened, each limb unfolded with lithe grace as he approached, his eyes riveted on her. Coral watched spellbound, a yearning surging up within her, eager and expectant. The air around them trembled with infinite anticipation.”
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“Gradually the mist had lifted, and the sun burst forth, a ball of fire radiating the sky with unnaturally incandescent hues. Coral was reminded of the strident brushwork and wild colours of the Fauvist paintings that filled her mother's gallery, which Coral had always loved. The scene was now set for the show to begin: the drama in which the broad, breath-taking landscapes of Africa were the stage and the animals the actors.”
― Burning Embers
― Burning Embers
“Coral, my love, you are too pure, too innocent, too alive for me,”
he said slowly, almost carefully. “My world is like a drawing in black
and white on a gray canvas, without a single note of color to bring it
to life. And now, on this pale and melancholic picture, a red flower
has fallen, a warm and scented flower.” He sighed. “It’s a wonderful
contrast, but too vivid…”
― Burning Embers
he said slowly, almost carefully. “My world is like a drawing in black
and white on a gray canvas, without a single note of color to bring it
to life. And now, on this pale and melancholic picture, a red flower
has fallen, a warm and scented flower.” He sighed. “It’s a wonderful
contrast, but too vivid…”
― Burning Embers
“The truth can sometimes be slow to reveal itself. The sun sets every night but returns the next day. El tiempo es un gran curador, time is a great healer. Is it not said that he is a great master who solves many things?”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion
“Believe me, young lady, when I tell you that there is no place for you in his world of ghosts and nightmares — no place for your fresh beauty or your unmarred dreams, no place for your wonderful hope. He can bring you nothing, because he has lost everything. Don’t try to keep him, to tie him down, because if you succeed, if he weakens, he will hate you for it. Let him be. He is not unhappy; he is resigned. He has surrendered and acquired at a high cost a deep understanding of life.”
― Burning Embers
― Burning Embers
“Alexandra dreamt of piercing eyes that reminded her of England's grey wintry skies; steel eyes, cold as the waters of the North Sea; sad, desperate eyes that seemed to be following her.”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion
“You see life in bright colors. Alas, ours is a world of darker shades.”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion
“Oh, Coral, Coral,” he murmured, his one almost reproachful, but still he did not make any attempt to cross the space between them. Unspoken words and unfulfilled gestures trembled in the air. In the flickering light of the fire, his bronze skin glowed warmly. Rafe stood there very still, the muscles in his body tense. Coral knew he was waiting for her. She could feel the familiar ache, shattering the last of her control. Before she knew it, she was against him, her arms around his neck. She looked up at him, her lips parted, soft and moist.”
― Burning Embers
― Burning Embers
“Rafe had sat back in his chair so his face was in the shadow, but she knew he
was watching her through half-closed eyes. When he leaned forward,
the fire from the candles flickered, throwing shadows on the planes
of his face. She could see his eyes clearly now, and their steady focus
was causing her insides to stir. There was romance in the still air; the
rhythm of dripping water from the fountain behind him, the velvet
sky studded with stars, the balmy perfumes of the night, all combined
to accompany the endless song that had begun in her heart again as
she watched him, enthralled.”
― Burning Embers
was watching her through half-closed eyes. When he leaned forward,
the fire from the candles flickered, throwing shadows on the planes
of his face. She could see his eyes clearly now, and their steady focus
was causing her insides to stir. There was romance in the still air; the
rhythm of dripping water from the fountain behind him, the velvet
sky studded with stars, the balmy perfumes of the night, all combined
to accompany the endless song that had begun in her heart again as
she watched him, enthralled.”
― Burning Embers
“All I can say is that with the Salvadores of this world, life is wonderfully exciting and full of the unexpected.”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion
“In case you haven’t noticed, Salvador, I’m a woman. A woman who loves you…’ She saw his expression suddenly freeze with a watchful intensity. ‘…Yes, loves you. Fighting against your stubbornness, your arrogance, and fragments of your twisted imagination”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion
“Alexandra loved the city but longed for the warmth and colour of spring to burst through this grey dampness. The relentless silence of the morning made her even more restless than usual. She sighed. Today was her twenty-fifth birthday, shouldn’t her life be turning a corner by now? Sometimes Alexandra felt like she was waiting for something — anything — to happen. Somewhere inside she could taste it, the immense potential of her passions and dreams. Where did it come from, the feeling that she didn’t quite belong? Was this burning desire to know more of the world something she had inherited from her mother? But that was a question, like so many others, she would never be able to ask her.”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion
“a dull moth to the colourful butterfly of Spain — and she ached to unfurl her own wings and discover it all.”
― Indiscretion
― Indiscretion





