Atunah

“What’s he like?” Suhani’s stride faltered for a second before she caught herself. “He is . . . an archangel.” The awe in her voice was mixed with equal parts fear. Elena’s confidence took a nosedive. “Do you see him often?” “No, why should I?” The receptionist gave her a puzzled smile. “He has no need to pass through the lobby. He can fly.” Elena could’ve slapped herself. “Right.” She came to a standstill in front of the elevator doors. “Thank you.”
― Nalini Singh, Angels' Blood

“Offended you again,” her godmother said with satisfaction. “Come along, then. We’ll go to my chambers. The butler put me in one of the towers, and it’s utterly heavenly, like being stuck in the clouds except for the pigeons crapping on the windows.”
― Eloisa James, A Kiss at Midnight

“Perhaps I do not have the sense to tell a duke from a dray horse. But such a thing might prove easier if the former did not so perfectly resemble the latter’s backside.” The”
― Elisa Braden, The Truth About Cads and Dukes

“Do you have a handkerchief?” she asked. “No,” the prince said, looking amused. “I suppose you have servants who carry around that sort of thing in case you sneeze,” she said. “You aren’t carrying one either,” he retorted. “I don’t have room; my reticule is full of cheese.” “I thought you had an interesting smell! Most ladies smell rather French.”
― Eloisa James, A Kiss at Midnight