Elsabe Botes

“Why did you…?” She glanced at his chest. “Can you put a shirt on please?”
The night was warm and he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. Cary glanced down at his bare chest. “No.”
“You’re not going to put on a shirt?”
“It’s hot. Is my chest offending you?”
“It’s…distracting.”
“Then I’m definitely not going to put on a shirt.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“She kissed him and threw her leg over his hips. “This is giving me all kinds of ideas.”
“Keep your ideas to yourself tonight,” he muttered. “I’m being good, but I’m not that good.”
“No.” She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You’re not good. You’re great. I’m sorry it took me so long to see that.”
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am so yours.
Cary cupped her cheek in his hand and stared at her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. I love you like crazy, Melissa Rhodes.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“Chloe Reardon was everything that made Gavin feel like living again, but for the first time in 120 years, he found something he couldn’t win in trade.
He couldn’t buy her.
He couldn’t barter for her.
He wanted to seduce her – fucking hell, he wanted to seduce her.
But more, he wanted her to be his”
― Elizabeth Hunter, The Devil and the Dancer

“When she fell for him, he wanted her to fight it. Just a little. It would make the surrender all the more satisfying.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Hooked