Top 77 Anne Stuart Quotes
#1. If we don't risk it all, we may as well not write at all.
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#2. If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.
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#3. Why did you save Mahmoud?" Killian's voice was so low she almost didn't hear him.
"Instinct," she muttered sleepily. "I certainly wasn't about to save you"
His laugh vibrated through his leg, through her body. "Of course not. Mahmoud's grateful.
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#4. Goodbye, Lord Rohan," she said. The door to Lina's house stood open, the footman waitig patiently. "I don't expect we'll see each other again."
His smile was slow, mocking, irresistibly devilish. "Would you care to wager on that, my love?
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#5. This man was truly like a scorpion, a poisonous sting when one least expected it.
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#6. A strange stillness had settled over him, as well, a waiting. The earth was shifting beneath him, and he had the hideous suspicion that his entire life was about to change if he didn't get out of there, now. Away from the unexpected, undeniable lure of the dowdy young woman in front of him.
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#7. She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction at all. He was a monster, not even human.
But he was her monster ...
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#8. He slid his hands under her butt and she could feel him pressing against her, hot and hard and sleek. And then he thrust inside, deep, fast, burying himself inside her, breaking past whatever trace of innocence she still had remaining.
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#9. The best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.
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#10. He would die at her hands. He knew it, with sudden lightening clarity. The man he had struggled so hard to become, the all-powerful, all-knowing Simon of Navarre, would be destroyed by a woman's heart.
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#11. She froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me.
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#12. And yet still she watched him ... he wondered why. One possibility, and by far his favorite, was that she was planning his murder.
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#13. He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do.
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#14. You tell anyone that I cried, and I'll cut your liver out."
"Do you even know where a human liver resides?"[ ... ]
"Yes," she said, and punched him in it.
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#15. He was a man who fucked in silence. And when he climaxed, long, hard, endlessly, inside her tight body, he heard his voice in the darkness. Calling her name.
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#16. He had no idea what Jilly Lovitz would appreciate or not. And why the hell did her name have so many fucking L's in it? She'd probably done it on purpose, just to annoy him.
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#17. She should feel sick. Horrified, stunned. But the horrible truth was, she felt fine. He killed. He killed to protect her. And some
ancient, atavistic streak inside her wanted to preen and purr. She was one sick puppy.
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#18. People notice the most beautiful dress every person can wear, ... a smile
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#19. You'd be better served if
you gave me a moment to regain my self-control and let me remove my boots. It's the least a
gentleman can do."
"And you're such a gentleman."
"Not with you, love. But I'm trying.
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#20. She could dream of happy endings. For him, if not for her.
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#21. You're right about something else," he
said, his voice ragged. "I'm scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you'll own me, and I'll have nothing left to fight with.
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#22. You have everyone else at your feet, Miss Lydia. Why should you need me as well?"
For a moment she couldn't speak, mesmerized by the torment she saw in the dark depths of his eyes. "Because you're the one I want," she said in a hushed voice.
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#23. We have a guardian angel, and who cares if he's a fallen one?
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#24. Come along, my brave one. Your wife and son want to see you.
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#26. She looked away, meeting Taka's dark, pitiless gaze. Silently, he mouthed something unbelievable. She was sure it was, I love you.
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#27. I don't have time to read," Warren announced loudly.
"I wasn't asking you," Sally said. "And anyone with any sense finds the time to read, or their brain
atrophies and their soul shrivels.
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#28. Where is the motorcycle?"
"I ditched it. Someone will find it sooner or later and return it to the rental company."
"Not in the U.S."
"We're not in the U.S., in case you haven't noticed. People don't steal lost property, they return it."
"How did you get this car?"
"I stole it.
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#29. Some good," Randall said, opening the door for Holly. "We'll meet you in an hour. Call and order something from room service. You look
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#30. He was lost, captured by an innocent, destroyed by a would-be nun, and there was no way the monster, Simon of Navarre, Richard the Fair's Grendel, would ever be the same.
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#31. Lord save us, first you have a heart, now you have a god? Will wonders never cease?
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#32. He was human, he was warm and strong and ready to kill to keep her safe. What more could a girl want in a man?
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#33. After all, if spinster chaperons required their own spinster chaperons there simply wouldn't be enough to go around.
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#34. Not now. She'd fought back, hard. Only to have her lawsuit thrown out by the first judge, her lawyers quit on her, and defeat wash over her like a bitter shower of acid. You can't sue a religion. You can't accuse a saint. Stella Connery was of sound mind when she made her will,
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#35. He should have known someone like Lucien de Malheur would offer no loyalty, no male solidarity.
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#36. He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. "Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?" he said.
"No," she said. "You can tell me about it when we survive." She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it.
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#37. She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.
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#39. Summer Hawthorne was simply more trouble than she was worth. At least as far as anyone with any sense would realize.
Unfortunately, Taka's common sense seemed to have deserted him in the last few days.
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#40. And what if I think you're doing this out of misguided sense of decency?"
"Oh, any sense of decency I possess is most definitely misguided," he said cheerfully.
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#41. Do I make you nervous, Madame Lambert?"
"No. I just prefer to keep my distance."
"Evil isn't contagious."
"I thought you said you weren't the most evil man in the world?"
"I'm not. But that doesn't mean I'm a good man."
"I don't think anyone would argue with that.
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#42. Chloe took a sip of her coffee. Strong as faith, sweet as love, black as sin.
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#43. To her surprise, Jilly appeared to have handed over the telephone and a moment
later Taka ended the call. No, maybe it shouldn't surprise her. Jilly would have resisted bullying, but Taka's calm control was very ... seductive.
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#44. The foundations set up as tax shelters by the wealthy tended to spend as much money glorifying the donors' names and providing cushy jobs for their friends
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#45. He needed to keep as far away from her as possible, or they'd end up back in bed together or she'd kill him. And he wasn't sure which he preferred.
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#46. Is Jensen really your name?" she asked when he sat down again, closing the knife and tucking it back into his pocket.
"Does it matter? I've used any number of names. Jensen, Davidson, Wilson, Madsen."
"In other words your mother didn't know who your father was.
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#47. It's a good thing you're an aging orphan," he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. "I don't have to wait around to get anyone's permission."
"Permission for what, you rat bastard?" she said.
"Such language, dragon. I'm afraid you're going to have to marry me.
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#48. Dawn couldn't come soon enough. He had to get her out of his life as quickly as
possible. It was becoming the most important thing - more important than breathing, living. He needed to get away from her, fast. Because he didn't want to let her go.
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#49. And telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.
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#50. [ ... ] I want to wake up with you in the morning, I want to fight with you in the afternoon, and I want to make love on any and every available surface in this place. And then I want to do it all over again. Come upstairs with me, Sophie. I'll keep you warm. I'll keep the darkness away.
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#51. She swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, yanking the shrinking top
of the bathing suit up to a more demure level.
"That's a shame," Peter Jensen's cool voice emerged from the shadows. "I was
hoping gravity would win.
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#52. You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no use for the damned thing, but there it sits, demanding Elinor. I can't live without her.
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#53. He barely hesitated. "Then shall I ruin you, dragon?" "Yes please," she said. And she let the brown dress drop on the floor between them, closing her eyes once more.
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#54. He wanted her hands on him, he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to take her from behind, leaning over the bunk, he wanted her to go down on him, he wanted everything he could possibly think of and more. He wanted it hard and nasty, gentle and sweet. But most of all he wanted it now.
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#55. She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.
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#56. And you're no going to see me inherit the title
you'll marry on your deathbed and beget an heir just to spite me," he said in a voice that wasn't far from a whine.
"What a wonderful opinion you have of my virility," Rohan replied.
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#57. If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it's better than rats.
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#58. And what if you're trying to knock out another man," she said, sarcastic. There was no expression in his cool blue eyes. "Then I kiss him," he said in the calmest of voices. "Now you try it.
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#59. And there was nothing left between them but love, neither pure nor simple, but love it was.
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#60. She reached behind her to unfasten her bra, then stopped. "Do you need me to take all my clothes off, or just from the waist down?" "This isn't a visit to the gynecologist, Rachel. Everything must go." His voice was lightly mocking.
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#61. And what if you don't come?"
"I will. No matter what happens."
"I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way,'" she murmured.
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#62. Your soul may be the epitome of putrescent decay, but apart from minor scarring you know perfectly well that you are quite decadently appealing."
His pale eyes widened, and then he explored in laughter. "I don't know which enchants me more, putrescent decay or decadently appealing.
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#63. Betrayal was the name of the game - to get what he'd have, to use every weapon in his arsenal
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#64. She might have forgotten names and faces and people and events, but she hadn't forgotten emotions.
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#65. She tilted her head to one side, considering him. "Do you love me?"
"Love is a trick and a sham. A foolish plague and a lie and a torment."
"Do you love me?" she repeated, quite calmly. Knowing the answer.
"Yes, may it curse my soul."
"May it save your soul," she said.
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#66. If you lust after someone and have an absurd and overwhelming need to protect them, then the best way to deal with the situation is to marry the person.
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#67. I don't love you," he said. And he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, a kiss of passion and desperation, a kiss of deep
currents and longing. "I don't love you," he said again.
"Of course you don't," she murmured happily. And she followed him out the door, into the lion's den.
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#68. I lied. I do that, you know, when it suits me. I would have thought you'd realized that by now.
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#69. Besides, the old man was out of shape, smoked and drank
a walking heart attack.
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#70. Too bad he took a tumble out that window when he was too drunk to know what he was doing," she said, cheerfully callous. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever let a man near me again.
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#71. What happened to you? Did you finally annoy someone enough to have them beat the shit out of you?
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#72. She managed to finger-comb her hair into some kind of order, though it was a little too punk for her peace of mind. Not that she'd ever minded looking punk; in fact, the cut had been designed for that effect. But right now Reno was punk enough for both of them.
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#73. My hair covers my scarring.'
'But we've agreed that no one notices your scarring once they're around you. You woo them like a big, fat hairy black spider, and no matter how much they struggle they're helpless.
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#74. She felt hot, strong, alive against him, and he found he had this crazy urge to move his mouth down to the side of her neck, to press it against her, to taste her skin. He wanted to feel her breasts, wanted to pull her T-shirt up and feel her hot skin against his. Damn, he wanted her.
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#75. And then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes.
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#76. The windows were boarded up, allowing in no light. "I take it this isn't your apartment."
"You think I'd take you to my home?"
"Hope springs eternal.
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#77. You don't believe in God, Rachel. You don't believe in goodness or love
or mercy, do you?"
"I haven't seen enough to form an opinion."
"But you believe in the devil?"
"When I'm sitting in a car with him, yes," she said.
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