Elis Madison

“Astonishing. In the morning, when she sat working at that table of correspondence, silhouetted by sunlight . . .

Her hair truly did look like an octopus.

It was the way she wore it, he thought. Or maybe the way it wore her. It all sat perched atop her head in that big, inky blob. And no matter how strenuously she pinned it, dark, heavy curls worked loose on all sides, like tentacles.

Of course, it was an entrancing, strangely erotic octopus. Ransom worried this might be how fetishes developed.”
― Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke

“She felt as if she'd been hugging puppies all day.”
― Sherry Thomas, Beguiling the Beauty

“Have you ever wondered, Anne, in your untiring dance of seduction, whether you might not be dancing to Henry's tune instead of your own? I know how clever you are. How enticing. People whisper the word "witch" whenever you smile at him. But which of you is pale and hollow-eyed from too many scheming, sleepless nights? Which of you is growing more feverish day by day? Which of you is truly bewitched, Anne?”
― Philippa Gregory, The Other Boleyn Girl

“Vlad flashed a tolerant look at Mencheres. "Pay this no mind. She always argues with me when I propose to her.”
― Jeaniene Frost, Bound by Flames