Quotes by Shelly Thacker

He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.

Mayhap it was not wise to question Gods plans; mayhap he had been meant to live, to seek this justice, to serve some purpose. The past was the past. And the future...

Beware, lion’s lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you.” “Devouring me?” she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. “What if I devour him first?

What are you cooking this night, wife?” One of the crepes picked that moment to dislodge itself from the ceiling. It landed at her feet with a plop as if on cue. “Crepes.” She kept a straight face and tried to look like this was the normal way to make crepes.

Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her.

A fierce possessiveness gripped him, a need to brand her, to make her his, now and forever. And he knew it was madness.

She didn’t have a hat or a veil or anything in her hands. No one had offered so much as a single dried-out flower; she had nothing to hold onto to steady her shaking fingers. Her head pounded as hard and as painfully as her rapid heartbeat. She stood there, unable to move, staring at the man who waited at the end of the aisle. This unpredictable knight who hours ago had touched her, kissed her, caressed her in a way that still made her tremble, then sworn he would never do so again. This dark lord who despised her. This man she was about to marry.

His mouth captured hers with a strong, soft heat and Celine discovered something far sexier than this man’s voice or his body. His kiss. She never had the chance to think of a protest. To think at all. She had been kissed before, but never like this. It was neither awkward and teasing nor forceful and overpowering, but long, slow, confident, and devastating. It was as if he were binding them together, deftly drawing her soul into his.

Celine glanced up as she passed under an arch, at another of the chateau’s decorations, her personal favorite: the entwined letters G and R, carved over every doorway. Family legend had it that one of the original owners of the chateau, a knight by the name of Sir Gaston de Varennes, was responsible for that bit of artwork. Sir Gaston, it seemed, had been quite a ladies’ man—until he had met and married his wife, whom he loved so much, he had had her initial engraved with his in every castle he owned.

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...

I must remember to be troublesome now and again, else you are going to be impossible to live with. And by what magic did you find the gown and the horse?Scottish fairy magic. His grin widened.Do you mean that fairies are real in Scotland?

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.

At first, I did not tell you any of this because...you were not supposed to mean anything to me. And later... His voice became rough with emotion. Later, I did not tell you because you mean so much to me.

He cleared his throat. I wish I could take back what I said. He looked away. I behaved like a thoin aiseal.What does that mean?A donkeys arse.She glanced down at the furs, found herself fighting a smile. And how do you pronounce that? I somehow suspect I may have need of that phrase again.

He drew her into his arms, gathering her close, and dusted kisses over her cheek, her hair. Wrapped in his embrace, Laurien closed her eyes, murmuring a sigh of exquisite satisfaction. A delightful drowsiness overtook her and she gave in to it, snuggled securely against Darachs chest, lying on a stolen wolf pelt, in the hold on a ship of thieves.

She clenched her fists. I believe, milord, that I have endured my full limit of male tyranny. I am afraid, milady, that you will have to become accustomed to it. It is the way of things, here in the world beyond your cloister. He turned her forward and nudged her to continue down the stairs. This world would fall into chaos if women were allowed to do whatever they wished.

Rolling onto his side, he drew her close. Sleep, milady. I will keep you warm tonight, and safe. He pulled the blanket over her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he settled beside her on the furs. And for one night, at least, neither of us will be alone.

She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. Do what you will.His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.

He covered her mouth with his ---and she felt as if she had suddenly been enveloped in a cascade of sparks. The tingling warmth from his touch did not compare to the sensations that whirled through her as his lips moved over hers. It was as if every part of her body had at once become brilliantly alive.His beard was a startling, silky roughness against her skin. His other hand came to rest at her waist, drawing her in tight, and her body seemed to meld to his hard, lean lines, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts scattered. A sound escaped her, soft and deep, unlike any sound she had ever made in her life.Then his tongue touched her lower lip and she gave a startled little squeak.Her suddenly lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes midnight blue, his voice husky. You have never even been kissed before, leannan. You are as innocent as the day you first set foot in the convent.

Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding.She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword.