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1 " Keep your hands off me.” She spoke viciously, through her teeth, and he caught a glimpse of her deVere ancestry. She was a virago in tiny, fragile, fairy form. "
2 " You think Diana would come to your bed?” Ned threw his head back and laughed. “You’re mad! First of all, she would never break her marriage vows. Secondly, she’s certainly deduced by now what a whoremonger you are. She wouldn’t touch you with gloves, my friend.” from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW (DEVIL DEVERE book #3) "
― Victoria Vane
3 " Ned seemed so different from any other man of her acquaintance, and, certainly, the antithesis of the rake she had set her sights on. She had chosen DeVere as her best prospect, yet after only this short time in Ned's company, she couldn't help fervently wishing that he was DeVere. She should feel triumphant that her goal was within easy reach... In truth, it was as if her appetite had been whetted for beefsteak...only to be served liver instead.-A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE "
4 " Ned looked to DeVere. " You are the master of mayhem. Any brilliant ideas?" " If we want him to leave the gate, we must provide proper motivation," DeVere answered." Such as?" Phoebe prompted." Let us keep to the basics, my pet. Men are primarily moved by either their stomachs or their cocks. If we cannot tempt the one, it must be the other." Ned glared. " What are you suggesting?" " Our little chambermaid can take the blighter off by offering him a hand job." " The hell she will!" Ned barked before Phoebe could answer for herself. " Think of something else!" " Come now, Ned. She'll be well compensated for her trouble. He laughed. " Hell, for a thousand, I might be tempted to do it myself." A WILD NIGHT'S BRIDE "
