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Under a Vampire Moon (Argeneau #16) Choice of the Cat (Vampire Earth #2)

I havent done anything!

She would miss Benedict.And she would mourn the life she could not have.

Geektastic: Stories from the Nerd Herd

Unable to sit still, she jumped back to her feet and walked to the window. Damn you, Papa, she said, looking up at the  skies. There. I’ve called you Papa. You never let me do that. You never wanted to be that. She gasped convulsively,  using the back of her hand to wipe at her nose. I’ve called you Papa. How does it feel?But there was no sudden clap of thunder, no gray cloud appearing out of nowhere to cover up the sun. Her father would never know how angry she was with him for leaving her penniless, leaving her with Araminta. Most likely, he wouldn’t have cared.She felt rather weary, and she leaned against the window frame, rubbing her eyes with her hand. You gave me a taste of another life, she whispered, and then left me in the wind. It would have been so much easier if I’d been raised a servant.

The Darkest Touch (Lords of the Underworld #11)

I wouldn’t have wanted so much. It would have been easier.She turned back around, her eyes falling upon her single, meager bag. She hadn’t wanted to take any of the dresses that  Lady Bridgerton and her daughters had given her, but she’d had little choice in the matter, as her old dresses had already  been relegated to the rag bin. So she’d chosen only two, the same number with which she’d arrived—the one she happened  to be wearing when Benedict had discovered her identity, and a spare, which she’d tucked in the bag. The rest had been left hanging, neatly pressed, in the wardrobe.

Sophie sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. It was time to go. Where, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t stay here.

She leaned down and picked up the bag. She had a little money saved. Not much, but if she worked and was frugal,  she’d have enough funds for passage to America within a year. She’d heard that things were easier there for those of less-than-respectable birth, that the boundaries of class weren’t quite as strict as they were here in England.Kate’s face was a touch too long, her chin a hair too pointed, her eyes a shade too big. Everything about her was too some thing. Even her mouth, which vexed him to no end with its endless stream of insults and opinions, was too full. It was a rare event when she actually had it closed and was treating him to a moment of blessed silence, but if he happened to look at her in that split second (for surely she could not be silent for much longer than that) all he saw were her lips, full and pouty, and—provided that she kept them shut and didn’t actually speak—eminently kissable.

Anthony shuddered. The thought of kissing Kate Sheffield was terrifying. In fact, the mere fact that he’d even thought of it ought to be enough to have him locked up in an asylum.Anthony collapsed in a chair.

Dark Peril (Dark #21)

And yet he’d dreamed about her.It had happened after the fiasco at The Serpentine. He’d been so furious with her he could barely speak. It was a wonder he’d managed to say anything at all to Edwina during the short ride back to her house. Polite conversation was all he’d been able to get out—mindless words so familiar they tripped from his tongue as if by rote.

A blessing indeed, since his mind most definitely had not been where it should be: on Edwina, his future wife.Oh, she hadn’t agreed to marry him. He hadn’t even asked. But she fit his requirements for a wife in every possible way; he’d already decided that she would be the one to whom he would finally propose marriage. She was beautiful, intelligent, and even-tempered. Attractive without making his blood rush. They would spend enjoyable years together, but he’d never fall in love with her.

She was exactly what he needed.Anthony reached for his drink and downed the rest of its contents in one gasping gulp.

And yet he’d dreamed about her sister.He tried not to remember. He tried not to remember the details of the dream—the heat and the sweat of it—but he’d only had this one drink this evening, certainly not enough to impair his memory. And although he’d had no intention of having more than this one drink, the concept of sliding into mindless oblivion was starting to sound appealing.

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