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1 " He'd kept his figure despite being past his first youth. Pretty good for nearly forty.Who was she fooling? She knew quite well that he was thirty-five and a half, exactly five years older than she. Their birthdays were two days apart. It was absurd the way trivial facts lingered in the memory, facts as unimportant as what she had for dinner on Tuesday. Except that she couldn't remember last week's menu and she was annoyingly aware of Max Quinton's preference for lamb over beef, for apple tart over syllabub. He preferred Shakespeare to the modern poets, the country to the town. "
― Miranda Neville , The Second Seduction of a Lady (The Wild Quartet, #0.5)
2 " She opened her eyes to find a strange man above her." Ahh," he sighed. " Your eyes are the color of jade. I imagined them to be dark, like your hair. How strange." She continued to stare at him without a word. His figure loomed over her, and he stared at her with large, black eyes, like those of a bird, she thought. His thin, black hair fell past his chin, making him appear delicate, almost beautiful. His lips curved to a smile." I find you just as beautiful, my dear," he said. His statement shocked her; it was as if he'd read her thoughts." Yes, I know what you think presently, but…." He paused for a moment. " Not all of them. You keep something hidden from me. Hmm, how strange. Very well. It seems you are more interesting than I first thought." " What is it that you want?" she spat out." Oh, please do not start with that nonsense," he chided. " My plans are not for you to know. However, I will assure you that now I have seen you, I plan to keep you, at least for a while. "
