Elisabeth

“As they walked toward the group waiting for them by the cars, Simon's hand brushed against Meg's. He hesitated for a step or two; then he took her hand, ready to release her if she growled an objection. But after a startled look, she smiled and curled her fingers around his.”
― Anne Bishop

“Reordon,” a male voice came over the line.
“Chris, it’s Marcus.”
“Hey, man. How’s it going?”
“Not that great. I wrecked my bike.”
“Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa.”
“That’s the one.”
“Please tell me it’s just a scratch.”
Marcus studied the wreckage. “I’m sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them.”
― Dianne Duvall, Night Reigns

“He gave the side of her head a quick lick before she squealed and ducked away from him. Tasted like Meg. Felt like puppy fuzz. Too bad he couldn’t hold her down and give her a proper grooming like he used to do with Sam.”
― Anne Bishop, Vision in Silver

“While he waited, he made up the bed,more to discourage Meg from falling back into it than because he wanted to tidy the room. Besides, running his hands over the sheets and breathing in her scent made him happy,”
― Anne Bishop, Marked in Flesh