Sylvia

“Livvie has her own opinions and isn't afraid to voice them," he murmured.
Tobias reclined in his chair in a deliberately casual pose. "So I've discovered."
"And what will you do with your ... discovery?"
"There is nothing to be done."
"Many men would say she is unruly, headstrong, and disobedient. In need of a firm guiding hand."
Was the man trying to persuade him to call off the rushed engagement? "Olivia is not a horse and I am not other men.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms

“He imagined another man kissing her, touching her, his fingers trailing across that fine, pale skin . . .

Then he imagined himself breaking the man’s fingers. One by one.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“Babe, you're everything I didn't even know I wanted in a mate. Your power, your fierceness, and the way you get a little crinkle between your eyes when you’re coming. How could I not already be a little bit in love with you?”
― Aidy Award, Chase Me

“Do you have any affections for me?" she asked boldly, as was her way, jutting her chin, and damn if she was not staring him down.
"No."
She flinched.
"What I feel for you is beyond affection. At the crest of each dawn I think of being inside you. I write and you crowd my thoughts. I sleep and you are the last person I think of, and damn me if when I wake, you are not the first person I fucking look for. I think that borders on obsession wife, not mere affection.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms