Aidan ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Damn, you feel good,” he whispered, his deep voice hoarse with need. It only excited her more. “What do you say we forget dinner and the movie?” she whispered, her breath shortening. “How you tempt me,” he rumbled, tightening his hold. “If I tempted you as much as you tempt me,” she pronounced boldly, “we would both be naked right now.

— Dianne Duvall

Don't fear me, Jenna." Amusement lit her features. "It's kind of hard to be afraid of a vampire who apologizes for using harsh language in front of a lady."" I'm not a vampire."" And I'm not a lady.

— Dianne Duvall

Great. There goes our security deposit."~ Sean

— Dianne Duvall

His beautiful eyes were full of dread and sorrow. “You’re different,” she whispered. He nodded. “Yes, I am.”“You should have told me how different.” A mirthless laugh escaped him. “When?

— Dianne Duvall

Moving closer, Dana cupped Aidan’s face in both hands. His jaw was as smooth as it looked. His skin warm. His eyes tormented. Her pulse picked up at the contact.

— Dianne Duvall

She hesitated. "You know I'm older than you, right?" Richard stared down at her and forced himself not to laugh at the irony. He may be over two hundred years old, but he looked as if he were in his late twenties, thirty at the most. And Jenna was worried that her being thirty-seven would be a problem? A hint of insecurity entered her features. "I don't mean to press this, but... I dated a guy once--- very briefly---who said the same thing until his friends found out and started to razz him about it. I'm thirty-seven. Are you sure that isn't a problem?"" I don't know why his friends would tease him about dating you unless they were envious. You look like you're in your twenties, Jenna. Not much older than your son, in fact. And, if you looked like you were in your forties, guess what. I would be just as interested." She smiled and closed the distance between them. "And if I looked like I were in my fifties?"" Still interested."" Sixties?"" I happen to think laugh lines are hot.

— Dianne Duvall

Silence enfolded them. Dana would’ve thought sleep would claim her pretty quickly after their fabulous lovemaking. But it didn’t. Aidan arched a brow. She grinned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m wide-awake now.” He laughed. “Me, too.

— Dianne Duvall

Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward her bed. He cast it an uncertain look. “I can’t. I’ll stain the covers.” She stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?” He sported deep wounds that bled profusely, and he was concerned about staining her bedding? “Perhaps if I cleaned up a wee bit—” “Sit your ass down,” she ordered, pointing at the queen-sized bed. Eyebrows flying up, he sat so swiftly she almost laughed.

— Dianne Duvall

Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them. The moment stretched. They sent her encouraging smiles. “Okay,” she announced, “I’m not going to lie. This is freaking me out a little.

— Dianne Duvall

Sweetie, I’m not a flowers and chocolates kind of gal,” she said, leaning into him. “Well, maybe the chocolate.”“I was going to say.”— Krystal and Étienne

— Dianne Duvall