Jakendra

“Adam grasped him by the throat once more and, his face an inch from Smith’s, growled out, “I am the Duke of Kielder. I am the law.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Promise you will tell me all of your dreams, my love.” She didn’t pull out of his embrace. “My dreams?” “I intend to make them come true.” He kissed her forehead. “Every”—he shifted and kissed her cheek—“single”—he pressed a quick kiss to her lips—“dream.” “And if I told you that you already have?” He smiled. “Then you shall simply have to dream up more.”
― Sarah M. Eden, As You Are

“On your feet, maggot!”
― Sarah M. Eden, Courting Miss Lancaster

“He actually winked at Persephone as if to say, “I told you.” “You had better be suffering from an uncontrollable muscle tic,” Adam grumbled, still seemingly concentrating on the food on his plate. “Completely uncontrollable.” Harry’s smile belied his words. “Good. Otherwise I would think you were just winking at my wife.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone