Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1) QUOTES

1 " He wasn’t good enough for her. But by God, he meant to make her happy while he had her. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

2 " He swallowed again and tightened his grip so even if she wanted to leave, she couldn’t. It astonished him how difficult it was to find the one word he needed after these exquisite days. The one word he had no right to say.
He forced the forbidden syllable from his tight throat.
“Stay. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

3 " She shook her head. “No, Jonas.”
“ ‘No, Jonas’ is all you ever say,” he responded with a hint of savagery. He knew he was unfair, but he was just so damned miserable.
Her smile wavered into a warmth that calmed his anger. “Not always.”
He shut his eyes as the memory of wild nights overpowered him. Good God, at this rate, he’d be bawling like a motherless calf. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

4 " Open your mouth, tesoro.” He angled her face higher. “Open your mouth for me.”
At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

5 " The tension drained from her face and she softened in his hold until she was again the fluid, responsive woman who had kissed him within an inch of his life. This time he knew better than to restrain her when she slipped from the bed. He bit back an appeal for her to stay with him. If his life depended on it, he couldn’t say whether he wanted her to stay an hour, a day, or forever. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

6 " He looked younger, kinder, a brighter image of the man she knew. A man life hadn’t mistreated or betrayed. Whatever the pain of this union, she loved that she gave him this momentary peace. This encounter lurched from the physical onto a different plane. A plane revealing a new emotional landscape. She felt lightheaded, lost. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

7 " He forced himself to sound careless, no matter that her proximity stirred his senses so powerfully. The sun flooding through the window lit rich colors in her opulent hair. Flax. Gold. Auburn. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

8 " We have a week, Miss Forsythe. Time's winged chariot and all that. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

9 " She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her chest. A revelation descended. A revelation unrelated to the desire heating her blood. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

10 " You're breathtakingly exciting. You've turned my nights to fire. You've lit my whole world with flame. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

11 " A deeply feminine fear, thick and heavy as tar, coalesced in Sidonie's stomach as she surged up against the headboard. Merrick appeared impossibly large lounging against the door, arms folded across his lean chest. Candlelight flickered over his ruined face, lending him a devilish mien. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

12 " What artist could recreate Sidonie's sensuous beauty? No mere dauber could capture the feminine musk on the air. Or depict the soft, uneven pattern of her breathing. Her skin was flushed. A pulse fluttered in the hollow of her throat. Her lips were full and dark, although he'd hardly kissed her.
Over and over in the mirrors, she emerged from the loosened gown like a water lily from a lake. He loomed over her like a nightmare. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

13 " She straightened her back another degree, even as Merrick's eyelids sank lower. He looked half asleep but he remained alert to everything around him, including her increasingly frail resistance. Good heavens, he didn't have to watch her to confirm her vulnerability. Hadn't she just let him kiss her into a stupor?
He hadn't mentioned the kisses. Nor had she. But every time she met his glinting silver eyes, she remembered the shocking intimacy of his tongue in her mouth. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

14 " I see why you tolerate Mrs. Bevan's eccentric manners. What a pity she's forgotten cutlery."
Merrick sipped his golden wine. The pleasure on his face reminded her of his expression after kissing her. Devil take him, everything reminded her of his kisses. "What a pity," he said with spurious regret. "Eating with one's fingers is so... primitive."
She blushed. He turned the most innocent words into an invitation to wickedness. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

15 " Suddenly the relentless push and pull he practiced upon her was unendurable. Merrick lured her to deny everything she believed in return for the sheer pleasure of his touch. And for the sake of that half-smile tilting his mouth. Tears sprang to her eyes. "Please stop." She hardly recognized the choked voice. "For pity's sake, please stop."
He frowned and lifted his hand. "Sidonie, I won't take it further."
"You say that but you don't mean it." Hurriedly she shoved her skirt down. "And I fall for your tricks like the veriest mooning. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

16 " Her belly clenched with a painful mixture of shame and reluctant excitement. She met his eyes, then heartily wished she hadn't. The predatory glint was unmistakable.
"There's room for maneuver between nakedness and that tent you're wearing." His gaze sharpened. "Did you think I'd quail at all that flannel?"
"I took what defensive measures I could," she muttered, staring upward again. Although truthfully it hadn't occurred to her to pack anything other than her usual nightwear.
"You underestimate the stimulating power of imagination," he said drily. "I'm intrigued to discover the treasures beneath that billowing fabric."
In wordless horror, Sidonie turned her head to stare at him. His shell of carelessness disintegrated and she read raw hunger in his saturnine face. The air vibrated with sexual awareness. In the bristling silence, the sound of rain sheeting against the windows was a jarring intrusion.
"Take it off," he said softly. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

17 " Reflected a hundred times, Merrick loomed above her, tall, dominating, uncompromisingly male. In candlelight, his loose shirt glowed with supernatural whiteness. He hadn't shifted since she'd removed her nightdress, but the tension in his long body indicated any plea for mercy would go unheeded. His stance conveyed hunting readiness.
The silence stretched until she wanted to scream.
She twisted at the waist to face him. His expression was vivid with what, even in her innocence, she recognized as arousal. In his angular face, his eyes blazed hot silver. He was no longer the languid, sardonically amused man who'd fed her a makeshift supper. This man was captive to appetite. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

18 " Like a mare scenting a stallion, she shifted nervously. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

19 " She trembled under his hand. "You don't need to manhandle me."
"I mightn't need to, but I'd certainly like to," he purred and was rewarded with another beguiling blush. Jonas couldn't recall the last time he'd consorted with a woman innocent enough to blush. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)

20 " The dresses are indecent," she said stiffly, the rich silk flowing against her body like water.
"But pretty."
She shot him another fulminating glance. His eyes lit with that unholy glint she'd learned to mistrust. "Admit it. It's a gorgeous dress and you look gorgeous in it."
"It's made for a courtesan."
He snorted. "What do you know about courtesans, sweet little lamb?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Knowing about courtesans is no character recommendation."
"Cutting." His smile reeked satisfaction. "Yet still you wear the gown."
"Mrs. Bevan took away my muslin."
"She must need a dishclout."
She didn't know why she argued. Who could object to wearing something so stylish? While the silk might cling to her body, it wouldn't raise an eyebrow in any London salon. Especially on a lady no longer an ingenue. "No respectable woman would wear this dress."
He trailed one finger down her cheek, tracing a prickling path of awareness. "But, amore mio, you're no longer a respectable woman. You're a monster's paramour. "

― Anna Campbell , Seven Nights in a Rogue's Bed (Sons of Sin, #1)