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408 pages, Paperback
First published March 31, 2015
“At this point, I think I’d rather know you than fuck you. And for me to say that… well… consider it my highest compliment.”Kingsley wants her. He’s not used to wanting something he can’t have. He knows Juliette is someone he can’t really have. But it won’t stop him from trying.
She was his. Right now, this moment, she was his. His property, his body, his lover, his treasure.Now back to Eleanor. If you’ve ever wondered what really happened that year she spent away from Søren in the convent… well, the story is a little more interesting than one would guess. You wouldn’t think that one could get in much trouble in a convent, but this is Eleanor we’re talking about. Elle meets someone special there. Someone who inspires her and sparks her creative desires. It is there Eleanor gets the desire to do what she was meant to do. To write.
“Are you mine?” he asked her. “I am yours. Forever.” And she was hers. But she was his too, and she always would be.
“Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all.”
Paradise is not worth the risk.
Paradise is the only thing worth the risk.
“I think Mother Prioress thinks sin is contagious, and I’m a carrier.”
“We’re all carriers. Original sin, remember?”
"I love you, Little One. Now and always. And nothing you can do will take my love away from you. I will never leave you. You’re mine now and always…"
"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for his love is better than wine...’'
“Welcome to the company of we who must lie about our bruises. Your Little One was one of our founding members.”
“My Jewel, I can’t give you my whole heart. But the part of it I can give you is the part that isn’t scarred and isn’t broken. I’ll give you the best of me and protect you from the worst for the rest of my life.”
“I love you, Little One. Now and always. And nothing you can do will take my love away from you. I will never leave you. You’re mine now and always...”
"There are five possible scenarios that would force you to run. I want you to be ready."
“I told you the first night you and I spoke that your shepherd was a wolf. He is a wolf on a leash and that leash might break someday. When that happens, you take care of yourself. I’ll take care of him.”
“I like it rough.”
“Rough?” Kingsley repeated. “On a scale of one to ten...”
“What’s one?”
“You fall asleep while I’m on top of you.”
“Ten?”
“Hospitalization.”
“Elle, seriously. Are you having a seizure? Is this demonic possession? Holy laughter?”
“After all we put each other through that we’re still together. All of us. A fucking miracle.”
“Juliette...” he murmured against her lips. “My Juliette, my jewel.” She shivered in his arms.
“Your name is Kingsley?” she asked. “It’s your real name?”
“It is.”
“Are you a real king?”
“Yes,” he answered. He was. He had a kingdom. He had dominions. He had a court who served him. Yes. He was a real king.
“Then let me serve you, mon roi.”
“My Jewel, I can’t give you my whole heart. But the part of it I can give you is the part that isn’t scarred and isn’t broken. I’ll give you the best of me and protect you from the worst for the rest of my life.”
"I will never reach the end of you," Søren said. "Every time I think I've seen it all, you lead me to a hidden door and open it."
“It was a dark and stormy night” [...] “And I was leaving you. Forever.”
"You're beautiful like this." Elle pressed her palm to his lower back where she'd concentrated her most vicious attentions. "Did you know that? When you're submissive and suffering and so turned on your cock is dripping? It's beautiful."
"Merci," he said, flushing slightly. Praise like that was a balm to his soul.
“It was a dark and stormy night...And I was leaving you. Forever.”
“Yes, there was a nun in my bed,” Nora said with a sigh.
“This is my favourite story already,” Kingsley said. “Go on.”
“I hate to tell you this,” she said with an apologetic smile, “but I don’t think you’re as special as you think you are.”
“That only hurts because it’s true. You really like me? A little?”
“Un peu. Enough that I want to talk to you instead of letting me fuck you,” she said.
“Oh,” he said, and weighed his words. “But we are still going to fuck, right?”
Juliette smiled again. And in her flawless elegant Frenchy she purred two beautiful words.
“Bien sur.”
Of course.
“My Jewel, I can’t give you my whole heart. But the part of it I can give you is the part that isn’t scarred and isn’t broken. I’ll give you the best of me and protect you from the worst for the rest of my life.”
No two people in history had Kingsley and Nora’s history. With everything they’d put each other through, they’d had two choices – hate each other or love each other. They were so much alike, hating each other would have been like hating themselves. And both of them were rather too self-important for that sort of nonsense.
So they picked love.
“I used to think you walked on water,” Kingsley said, meeting Søren’s eyes. “Now I know you’re drowning like the rest of us.”