Status Updates From Sins of Midnight

Los dos son como perros en celo. Que se tranquilicen un poco, por favor.

Por ahora, el prota masculino no me cae muy bien.

'The smell hit him almost immediately. It was a smell that had become all too familiar to him during the course of the past week. Blood. Once again, it was everywhere. And the crumpled heap in the middle of the room, beaten & battered & carved to ribbons, was barely recognizable as a human being.' ....Poor Connor. Sucks to realize ___ is a deranged serial killer.

'She stopped the movement of his mouth with the tip of a finger, shaking her head at him. "I'm not asking you to love me back, but I'm not going to let you convince yourself that what I feel isn't love. And you might as well save your breath, because I'm going to kiss you now."' ....I like that Jilly is perfectly content to adore this guy without demanding he prattle monologues of soul-bearing rubbish.

'"I'm certain you didn't mean that, Stratton. Because if I thought you did, I might have to ask you to meet me outside. And we wouldn't want that." Despite the softness of his tone, there was a distinct hint of menace that vibrated just beneath the surface of his words.' ....Heh. Indolent young Lord Hawksley is having a Doc Holliday moment.

'No, this was a bold claiming, a conquering that thrilled her even as it frightened her. Like a starving man, his mouth plundered hers as if he had every right. But then, she had known from the beginning that Connor Monroe would be the sort of person to take what he wanted, regardless of the consequences & without asking permission.'

'He closed the distance between them in one long stride. "Don't," he warned her quietly, staring down into her startled eyes. "Don't idealize me. I repay my debts. That's all."'

'Jillian's face heated at the mental picture Monroe's words conjured forth. His big, muscular body, naked & entwined with pale, feminine limbs on a well-tumbled bed... The image bothered her far more than it should have.'

I know the spine says 'Avon,' but I could swear this is a Harley Historical. There's so much...PLOT. *checks copyright page* Yup, it's Avon. Weird.

"The matter, my lady," he went on in that deep, gravelly voice that sent a shiver coursing through her, "is murder." ....Oh my. A beefy, un-handsome, blue-eyed hero with a gravelly smoker's voice & a regular day job? Color me intrigued. >___>