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81 " Look at me. Now look at yourselves. Now look back at me. I am the man you want to be like. "
― Tessa Dare , A Night to Surrender (Spindle Cove, #1)
82 " Here she was, more than a decade later. Not a girl anymore, but a grown woman of sense and education. At this moment, she was literally ripping apart the restrictive teachings society foisted upon women, and showing a well-bred young lady the fine art of fashioning not painted tea trays, but black powder cartridges. Perhaps the world had left a few slashes on her, but she’d made her own small mark on the world. "
83 " If he wasn’t careful . . . “Bram. Take care.” “I don’t want to take care.” He bent close, breathing in her ear. “I want to take you. Mark you. Spend inside you, and feel you holding me tight while I fill you with my seed. I want the world to know you’re mine.” Oh God. Those words . . . they both frightened and aroused her. She opened her mouth to object, to plead with him. Take care, take care. Take care with my heart when you say such things. "
84 " You’re human. We’re all scared, every last one of us. Afraid of life, of love, of dying. Maybe marching in neat rows all day distracts you from the truth of it. But when the sun goes down? We’re all just stumbling through the darkness, trying to outlast another night. "
85 " How precisely, had a arrived at this? He was taking orders from a spinster, willingly submitting himself to her medieval torture devices. And she wasn't even naked.-Bram's thoughts "
86 " I'm going to marry you," he said."Oh, Bram." Her features screwed into an expression of dismay."Oh, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence."-Bram & Susanna "
87 " I’m fine, truly.” Susanna’s gaze snapped to the pouch dangling from Minerva’s wrist. It looked like a reticule, fashioned from oilcloth. “What’s in that?” “Rocks. What else?” Rocks. Good Lord. Susanna looked to Bram with fresh concern. The man had just taken a cudgel to the head. It was a wonder he hadn’t fallen unconscious. She started toward him, but Minerva gave a little shriek and backed up, throwing her body in front of Susanna’s. “Brace yourself. Here he comes again, the . . . the rutting Zeus. "
