Erin

“All he has is a mangled ankle. I have Americans.”
― Rhys Bowen, Royal Flush

“You think my feelings toward you apathetic? You think you bore me?”
“Don’t I?”
He shook his head slowly, continuing toward her, stalking her in the small space.
“No.God knows you are infuriating . . And impulsive . . .” Her back came up against the wall, and she gave a little squeak, even as he advanced. “And altogether maddening . . .” He placed one hand to her jaw, carefully lifting her face to his, feeling the leap of her pulse under his fingertips. “And thoroughly intoxicating . . .” The last came out on a low growl, and her lips parted, soft and pink and perfect.
He leaned close, his lips a fraction from hers.
“No . . . you are not boring.”
― Sarah MacLean, Eleven Scandals to Start to Win a Duke's Heart

“I know ladies don’t sweat, but something was running down my face in great rivulets.”
― Rhys Bowen, Royal Flush

“You're really hitting on me? After we just met in jail?"
"Is it working?”
― Cora Carmack, All Broke Down