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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 1, 2000
Book gods : "Stacia, you've had a rough reading week. It's time that we allow you a moment of rest. Go forth and enjoy this familiar author as you relax in our favor for this brief moment."
Me : "Thank you, sirs and madams. I will try not to squander your gift."
The sound of his voice stunned her...a deep purring rumble, like the voice of Hades as he dragged an unwilling Persephone down to his underworld kingdom.
"We're strangers in the darkness," he whispered back. "We'll never be together like this again. No, don't pull away. Show me how an evening can be magical."
"What we just shared, Holly...I don't know if it was a communion of souls, but it was the damn closest I'm ever going to get."
It was a special agony to be placed under the power of a virtuous woman. The only consolation was that she didn’t seem to understand how completely he was in her thrall
“What is that, Miss Rose?”
“My button string.” The child let some of the length fall to the ground, displaying a line of carefully strung buttons…picture buttons etched with flowers, fruit or butterflies, ones made of molded black glass and a few of painted enamel and paper. “This one is my perfume button,” Rose said proudly, fingering a large one with velvet backing. She lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Mama puts her perfume on it for me, to make it smell nice.”
"I've been searching for you my entire life."It's going on my all-time favorites list!
“I'll follow you to the next life if I have to," he whispered harshly in her ear. "You'll never be free of me. I'll chase you through heaven and hell and beyond." He continued to whisper without stopping while his hands gripped her body close to his. "You stay with me, Holly," he muttered savagely. "Don't do this to me. You stay, damn you.”

“A thousand chances for you. A hundred thousand.”


“"In my entire life, there's only been you. You're every dream and wish and want I've ever had.”



“I suspect if someone were drowning in quicksand, you would extort all manner of promises before throwing him a rope.”Needless to say, I was a tad worried about listening to it via audio, but my fears never took flight. Rosalyn Landor does a great job of bringing this book to life; her narration is spot on for Lady Holly ー and the scene-stealing little Rose, Holly’s button obsessed daughter. Ms. Landor’s voice is more than acceptable for the large, rough, masculine Bronson. Even her gasps during the love scenes are perfectly paced.
He shrugged philosophically. “My sweet, that's the entire point of having the rope.”
Staring into her smiling, rosy-cheeked face, Zachary experienced a painfully sweet sensation, an ache that had less to do with the body than the spirit. She was the most adorable woman he had ever known. Not for the first time, he felt acute envy for George Taylor for having been loved by her. For having the right to touch and kiss her whenever he had wanted. For having had her turn to him for all of her needs. For being loved by her still.I'm sorry but if you can read that and not fall in love with this guy then you have a serious problem.