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First published November 1, 2011





The banyan was embroided with dragons. … One lascivious lizard curled all comfy on her left breast, tounge out, as if he were tasting he nipple trough the cloth. The black dragon on the back, had his pointy tail hung down so it was caressing the rounded arse underneath.
He (Hawk) didn’t let his mind follow that path, however much it tugged at the leash and whined.

She was with Hawker, so she was safe. In all the world, there was no flesh, no bone, no sound of breathing she would mistake for Hawker's.


”It has always been you.”
Justine was naked under the covers, pale and vulnerable. Bricks, hot from the oven, wrapped in flannel, were tucked up and down the bed, keeping the chill out. He’d laid her down inside that barricade. When he pulled the blanket up over her, she didn’t move.
She’d have a new scar when she healed . That made five. He knew the story of every one. He’d kissed them all.
p. 7
Under the canopy of linden trees in the great courtyard, women chattered like exotic monkeys. They pushed their chairs close together and leaned against each other and passed something back and forth to coo over it. Something small that glinted in the sun. She could not see exactly what it was – a jewel, a gilt box, a painted miniature, a bottle of perfume. One could buy anything in the shops of the arcade of the Palais Royale.
They were some years older than she was, entirely lighthearted and pleased with themselves. They made her feel centuries old.
p. 167-168
He has done so much for me.
She gave back to him, as she knew how to do. Rose to reach for him. Took his hair strongly with her fingers and pulled his mouth to hers. Licked, teased, played with his mouth. Used all her knowledge upon him. Gloried that she knew so much.
Below, she clenched herself around him, where he was within her. Squeezed him tightly. She knew the muscles to use. Had practiced and practiced. She contracted against the hardness inside her. This, she could give him. This, she knew how to do.
p.123
“Once in a while, during every reader's literary life, you encounter a book that reminds you why you are a reader. It renews your faith, if faith was lost; it rekindles your interest, if interest waned; and every word, every page, is a wonder. Adrian and Justine's story is not only such a book and it confirms Joanna Bourne is one of the best authors currently writing.”
’I will not be prudent,’ she whispered. ‘Death comes to us all. I will not go to meet it with small, cautious steps.’