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" (Kate) had found multiple titles by individual authors scattered willy-nilly through the collection. It made her want to pull her hair out. Obviously!- an individual author's body of work all belonged on one shelf, the works arranged, in turn, by whatever system was most suitable: by volume number, alphabetically by title, or by the year of publication, or, in case of playwrights, works grouped by genre- tragedies with tragedies, comedies with comedies, histories with histories, and so on. "
― Gaelen Foley , My Dangerous Duke (Inferno Club, #2)
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" She tried to back away as the duke stalked closer, running a bold stare over the length of her.
"What is this?" he growled softly at Doyle, nodding at her. She reacted instinctively to his notice, pulling against her captors' hold in panic. She tried to run.
They stopped her.
"A gift, Your Grace!" Caleb Doyle exclaimed in forced joviality.
As the smugglers dragged her over to him, Warrington studied her like a predatory wolf.
"A gift?" he echoed in a musing tone.
Caleb thrust her toward him with a cheerful grin. "Aye, sir! A token of our regard, to welcome you back to Cornwall after all this time! A fine young bed warmer for a cold winter's night. Right little beauty, ain't she?"
He was silent for a long moment, perusing her intently. The he answered barely audibly, his deep voice reverberated like a distant rumble of thunder drawing closer. "Indeed."
Caught in his stare, Kate could not even move. She was lucky she remembered to keep breathing. "
― Gaelen Foley , My Dangerous Duke (Inferno Club, #2)
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" After all the dangers of the past few hours, she savored the tranquil beauty of the Orcadian landscape, with its delicate pastel wash of lavenders and blues.
"This is a beautiful place," she whispered, especially charmed by the flock of hardy swans honking and clacking on the hillside, and by the shaggy black pony that was staring at them from the edge of a barren meadow nearby, its long mane blowing in the breeze. "Beautiful?" Rohan had turned to her. She could feel him staring at her. "You think so?"
She looked at him. "Don't you?"
He shrugged, then shook his head. "Bleak and harsh and difficult."
"Perhaps." She smiled gently, gazing at him. "But there is an exquisite sensitivity in the color of the light. And the sweep of these hills bespeaks a calm strength," she said slowly, her gaze traveling over the landscape. "Noble, but unpretentious. It is what it is. A hard land, maybe. But plain and honest." She glanced at him. "I could live here."
The morning light matched the soft blue shade of Rohan's eyes as he gazed at her, sensing she was not talking only about Orkney. His wordless stare was so overwhelmed with emotion for her that although she was covered in grime and dressed like somebody's footman, the way he looked at her made her feel as beautiful as a princess. "
― Gaelen Foley , My Dangerous Duke (Inferno Club, #2)
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" He had a lusty appreciation for them all- tall, short, curvy, thin, blonde, brunette, commoner, aristocrat. But there was something particularly appealing about that... luscious little mess. Her plump, rouged lips and those sweet erect nipples like hard pink candies pressing against her plunging gown had roused in him a mental groan of lust; and yet, the expression in her big, emerald eyes had looked so vulnerable and lost- pathetic, almost- that it had summoned up an even fiercer protective instinct in him.
Quite bewildering.
Something about the shivering, shoeless, tipsy tart had nearly touched the chunk of stone that had once been his heart. In that moment, he had not known which he had wanted more: to gather her onto his lap and comfort her, or to lay her down and ride her into mindless, sweaty ecstasy. "
― Gaelen Foley , My Dangerous Duke (Inferno Club, #2)
