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Her long-held memory of that kiss gave way to this kiss. And this kiss was everything.
FINALLY

Lyra thought about the danger of touch. She thought about all the reasons she had not to do this. But as Grayson lowered his lips, Lyra rose up on her toes, tilted her head backward, moving like a dancer, needing this—and him.
when it comes to them I don’t play.

“Someone sent me that ticket, Grayson. I thought it was Avery. But if it wasn’t…” “Then who the hell was it?” Grayson finished, his hand going to her cheek.
Lyra didn’t pull back. He was a Hawthorne. That Hawthorne. Your Hawthorne.
I can finally die in peace now

“I have always cared.” Grayson’s words came out rough and raw. “When you were nothing but a voice on the other end of the phone calling me an asshole. Hanging up on me. Baring your soul in a tone that made it clear you don’t even know how to flinch. And your voice… just the sound of it, Lyra.” Grayson looked away, like looking at her was almost physically painful. “I always cared.”
my babies

“Avery Grambs killed my father.”
oh dear savannah.

She surged toward him, capturing his lips with hers. Some kisses were just kisses. Some kisses were torture. Some were necessary, the way breathing was. Some kisses made a point.
I need a rohansavannah book

Objectively, intrigued was probably a good look for Jameson Hawthorne, but Lyra barely even spared him a glance. There was only one Hawthorne on this dock who mattered to Lyra, one Hawthorne who knew what was truly at stake here. One and only one.
the one and only Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

“I know what you’re doing, Avery.” Grayson said the heiress’s name like he’d thought it ten thousand times or more. Lyra thought again about that kiss
don’t remind me

A person could have written a book about all the ways that Grayson Hawthorne could almost-but-not-quite smile. “Do any of them involve a cello case, a longsword, a crossbow, and a calico kitten?” Lyra asked dryly. Grayson actually smiled then, and Lyra wished that he hadn’t. She really, really wished that he hadn’t. “What can I say?” Grayson told her. “I had an unconventional childhood.”

“Believe me, Lyra Kane.” Grayson’s voice was deeper now. “You never stopped dancing.”
i could speak about them FOR HOURS