Brooklyn Ann Quotes & Sayings

Te amo, Querida," he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad."
"This is the second time you've said that," Cassandra murmured. "What does it mean?"
"I love you." His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. "You are my light in the darkness. — Brooklyn Ann

I have always wondered what it is like to be kissed." She snapped her mouth closed at such an outrageous confession, but it was too late.
"And?" he whispered back.
She frowned. "And what?"
His lips arched in a wicked smile. "How was the experience?"
"Incredible," she couldn't stop herself from answering. "So much more that what the novels depict."
His grin broadened, tempting beyond reason. "That tempts me to do it again. — Brooklyn Ann

Rafael possessed unfathomable strength. His speed defied the laws of nature...and his bite, good God, his bite. How could something so macabre feel so pleasurable? — Brooklyn Ann

I always knew you were unworthy of my Johnny. You couldn't even provide him with an heir!" Before Cassandra could reply, a shadow fell over them both. "You should leave now, madam, before I throw you out," Rafael Villar told her in a low voice. — Brooklyn Ann

Rafe pulled Cassandra into his arms. "At first, I wanted my arm back to feel whole again and to not appear weak before my enemies. Now I only want it to hold you. — Brooklyn Ann

Which would you like first?" You, Rafe said silently. The truth of that word rang loudly in his mind, body, heart, and whatever remained of his blackened soul. He wanted her. Wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in the world. And he was beginning to suspect and hope she wanted him too. But taking her wouldn't be right, not when her future was so uncertain and not when he was still a cripple, unable to hold her completely and worship her body in the manner she deserved. "Rafe? — Brooklyn Ann

I'm fine. I'm not even all that hungry. I'd much rather explore the book shop."
"Food first, books after," he said sternly, not liking the dark shadows of fatigue beneath her eyes. Who knew when she'd last slept? "And then we should rest early. — Brooklyn Ann

We must go to the laboratory at once. I have some cannabis. — Brooklyn Ann

I vowed never to condemn anyone to this life, especially without a choice, as happened to me. No matter how politely we behave, we are still fallen demons, as the legends say. I could never do that to her." Rafe's gaze softened. "Just because you were Changed without a choice does not mean it would be so bad for your duchess. Perhaps she wants to spend eternity at your side." Ian laughed as he pictured an eternity with the vexing, mischievous woman, then he sobered. "I do not think so. She fought with all her tiny being against marriage to me. She nearly ran away to avoid being shackled to my side." "I would not be so certain of this," Rafe said softly. "Feelings change, after all." As — Brooklyn Ann

Lydia gave him a sunrise so realistically portrayed that Vincent could feel its warmth upon his face and smell the wildflowers blooming in the field. Her sun did not burn him. The — Brooklyn Ann

Rafe couldn't help wishing that passion was for him as a man, rather than an experiment. If only he weren't so ugly. His gaze dropped to his bad arm, studying the diminished scars where Cassandra had cut him. Could she do something about his face? Would she then find him appealing? His mouth twisted into a scowl of self-loathing at the ridiculous thought. He should be grateful that she had the power to heal his arm. He didn't need affection. He needed power to protect his people and defeat his enemies. He needed his arm back. Yet when he looked at her flushed cheeks and lush lips, Rafe couldn't help but want more. Her beauty must be driving him mad. That was the only logical explanation. The — Brooklyn Ann

I am certain you will meet a fine man, one who will shower you with jewels and adoration." She snorted. "I don't care about jewels or adoration. I only want a friend." Possessing a will of its own, his fool mouth responded, "I'll always remain your friend." She met his gaze, her lashes spiky with moisture. "Do you promise?" Unable to bear her tears, Vincent lied. "I promise." Eager to remove himself from his deceit, he brought the subject back to her impending marriage. "And I will not see you married to just anyone. It must be a good man, who will treat you with kindness and respect." Lydia rested her head on his chest. "Will he love me?" "Who could not love you? — Brooklyn Ann

Te amo, Querida," he whispered, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." I love you. You are my light in the darkness. — Brooklyn Ann

I am sorry, Querida." "Do not apologize." She caressed his scarred cheek as if it were beautiful. "I enjoy your kisses." He stared in awed disbelief. "Do you?" "Yes, very much." She moved closer, molding her body to his. "In fact, I want more. I want - " As much as he wanted to hear the words, he placed a finger over her lips to silence her. "We will discuss that later." When I am whole. As — Brooklyn Ann

Ian bit his right index finger, watching in fascination as the dark ruby drop of blood welled and bloomed out of his skin. Gently, he coaxed Angelica's lips open with the fingers of his left hand and let his blood drip into her mouth. With a barely audible whisper, Ian whispered the ancient words of the ritual that would bind her to him. "I, Ian Ashton, Duke of Burnrath and Lord of London, Mark this mortal, Angelica Winthrop, as mine and mine alone. With this Mark I give Angelica my undying protection. Let all others, immortal and mortal alike, who cross her path sense my Mark and know that to act against her is to act against myself and thus set forth my wrath as I will avenge what is mine." A — Brooklyn Ann

Lydia is enduring the same fate, I may remind you." Vincent remarked. "And she is doubtless freezing, being forced to stand there in only her chemise." A rakish smile spread across his features. "Perhaps we could go down and have a peek."
Rafe scowled. "I don't want you looking at my woman."
Vincent folded his arms and glared. "Well, I don't want you looking at my woman! — Brooklyn Ann

He stroked her pale cheek with his thumb, willing her to open those dark gypsy eyes he loved so much. He needed her impish gaze, her light laughter and intoxicating touch. He needed everything about her. She'd made him feel more alive than when he was human. Needing her kiss as much as he needed blood to survive, he pressed his lips to hers. "I beg of you, wake. Please, my precious Angel," he prayed as he held her in his arms. "Wake so I can tell you how sorry I am, and how much I love you. God, I love you." He couldn't say the words enough. "I love you. I love you." He repeated the litany over and over again until exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep, still clinging to her with a vow never to let her go again. — Brooklyn Ann

I need to go hunting now," he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you. — Brooklyn Ann

How many other vampires are hidden in the nobility? And how many other lord vampires are here? "A mere handful are in the nobility, and only four lords were able to come." He answered her thought as if she'd spoken aloud. "But to answer your first question, when I heard my good friend Ian had wed a mortal, I was curious to see her for myself," he said with a soft smile. "And it was due time I ventured out of my castle. I'm certain you've heard I am a known recluse." Angelica gasped. "You can read my mind?" Vincent smiled. "Only if you are thinking very loud. — Brooklyn Ann

Well, I am almost finished. Perhaps if you find something upon which to focus your attention, the pain will remain at bay a while longer." As she leaned forward, Rafe could see the tantalizing display of her breasts above the fabric of her apron. "I think I've found just the thing." Anthony chuckled beside them, but Cassandra was too occupied with her surgery to notice Rafe's gaze. He wanted her to notice. He wanted her to see him as more than the subject of her experiments. He wanted her to see him as a man. He wanted to see if her beautiful breasts felt and tasted as delicious as they looked. He stared, transfixed, until she finished. — Brooklyn Ann

When Lydia approached the large bed built to accommodate his height, she paused and reached out a tentative hand to touch the coverlet. The innocent gesture made his blood boil with lust. Curious about my bed, are you? I don't sleep in that one, though I could show you - He broke off the dangerous thought, holding his breath as she passed the bed, still looking around. He smiled at the sight of her futile tiptoeing. What was she so curious about? — Brooklyn Ann

Fighting me would be an exercise in futility, Countess." As if to assert his point, he reached out to grasp her jaw, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "As would trying to escape." Narrowing her eyes, she held her voice firm. "Yet I am certain my attempts could be very vexing." For an eternity, they stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills. Rafael's scowl deepened before he released her. — Brooklyn Ann

The moment Ian walked into his house, he was attacked. He looked down at the little scrap of black fur that was determined to shred the left leg of his trousers, his brows raised in disbelief. Cats usually fled from him, instinctively recognizing that he was dangerous. This kitten was either completely fearless, or it hadn't had the benefit of instruction from its mother. "My — Brooklyn Ann

Lightning flashed again, illuminating his eyes. A captivating shade of blue tinged with gray, they glittered like the turbulent sea. Her breath halted. It was as if his eyes were the storm. Lord — Brooklyn Ann

You can't possibly be so cruel." He stalked closer to her like a feral predator. "Oh, I can be cruel, Countess. I can be very cruel indeed." Cassandra willed her knees to cease trembling and lifted her chin. "Well, if you can be cruel, sir, then I can be difficult, though I would prefer to not be so." Rafael's — Brooklyn Ann

Her heart pounded in her throat as his head dipped lower and his lips brushed across hers.
Heat exploded in her belly at the chaste kiss, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Head swimming with dizziness, Bethany grasped his shoulders to keep from toppling off of the bench. Justus's arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his firm chest, his lips caressing hers with intoxicating fervor. — Brooklyn Ann

As I promised you before, you do not need to be afraid of me. I will not hurt you. If you give yourself the chance to get to know me, you will see that I will be a generous husband." Angelica — Brooklyn Ann

Rafe tugged her closer before she could trip over a gravestone. "Damn it, woman. Devil take your wagon! You fail to grasp the severity of this situation. — Brooklyn Ann

As she took her father's arm and prepared to march down the aisle, Margaret called, "Do not forget what I told you about tonight." How could I? Angelica thought as her mother's lecture about the wedding night and the marriage bed flitted through her mind. "There will be incredible pain the first time, darling," Margaret had said. "And you might bleed. But you must submit to him without complaint until you are pregnant with his heir. After that, he should leave you alone for the most part and fulfill his baser desires on a mistress. — Brooklyn Ann

Check," she announced, not even bothering to hide her triumph. Rafe smiled at her enthusiasm. He'd had centuries to perfect the game. Thus far no mortal had beaten him, and very few vampires for that matter. The Lord of Cornwall, however, trounced him regularly. "It is only because I am distracted, Querida," he argued gently. She blinked and that lovely mouth of hers gave the most delightful moue. "Distracted by what?" "You," he said, blatantly staring at the curves of her breasts above her emerald brocade gown. — Brooklyn Ann

There is no home without you. — Brooklyn Ann

Ah, Querida, an angel of mercy you are not." The — Brooklyn Ann

You should know that Rafael is not the beast he would have you believe he is. He may be harsh, but he is fair. However, I highly recommend that you endeavor to be on his good side."
She raised a brow. "Does he have one? — Brooklyn Ann

It may be small comfort, but I believe Rafe doesn't want to kill you."
A light laugh escaped her lips. "Actually, that is a substantial comfort. — Brooklyn Ann

I love you just the way you are. To me, your scars represent strength. They mark you as a survivor." "You truly believe so?" He seized her hand, speaking past a lump in his throat. "I do." Proving her words, she covered every inch of his scars with light kisses. His eyes burned with unshed tears. "Dios, Querida, you are a treasure." As — Brooklyn Ann

I'll never let you go, Angel. What can I do to atone for the pain I caused you?" Warm, exquisite relief flooded her at his words. She swallowed and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Angelica chose her words carefully. "I love you, Ian. Please, make me like you and take me with you wherever you go. — Brooklyn Ann

I need you more than I need the sunshine. — Brooklyn Ann

She was suddenly very grateful that he only "liked" her, for if the duke had any deep feelings for her, she knew instinctively that he would never let anything dissuade him from pursuing his desires. A strange sensation of warmth curled through her lower belly at the thought. "Good — Brooklyn Ann

A man of God is seeking a situation to exterminate nocturnal vermin. The fee is fifty pounds, half of which will be due in advance. — Brooklyn Ann

In the unlikely event that she does escape me, I will inform you all. If you catch her, you are to detain her and return her to me." His eyes glowed like the fires of hell. "She is not to be harmed in any way, or so help you God, you will regret it until your last breath." * — Brooklyn Ann

Justus?" she whispered. "I know it is not ladylike for me to ask, but I very much would for you to kiss me again."
Those sensuous lips of his curved in a smile that made her belly flutter. "See, you are my counterpart, for I was just going to do just that. — Brooklyn Ann

I do not suppose you have anything less potent?" "Certainly," he said. "I have the finest champagne, imported from France." "No doubt smuggled," Miss Hobson muttered. "Quite so," Vincent said agreeably. "This is Cornwall, after all. — Brooklyn Ann

She raised the shovel, ready to plunge it into the soft soil. "I am not afraid. I am not."
"You should be." A sinister, accented voice pierced her consciousness.
The shovel fell from her nerveless fingers, thudding onto the cold ground.
Cassandra knew that voice; it had the rich, dark cadence that had haunted her dreams since the night she'd first met him. She spun around, the hood of her cloak falling to her shoulders.
Rafael Villar stepped out from behind a mausoleum. The shadows embraced his bronze skin, obscuring the scars on the left side of his face while moonlight highlighted his exotic Mediterranean features on the right....
"You! You've been the one disturbing my people? — Brooklyn Ann