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Zen and the Art of Vampires (Dark Ones #6) Holding The Cards (Nature of Desire #1)

Cyrus cocked his head. A real favor? And what might you mean by that?

Penelope smiled. People who didn't know Eloise very well thought she had a habit of changing the subject frequently (and abruptly), but Penelope knew that the truth was something else altogether. When Eloise had her mind set on something, she was completely unable to let it go. Which I meant that if Eloise suddenly wanted to leave, it probably had to do with something they'd been talking aboutearlier in the afternoon, and—wColin is expected for tea," Eloise explained.Penelope smiled. She loved being right.wYou should come," Eloise said.

Mine to Possess (Psy-Changeling #4)

Penelope shook her head. "He'll want it to be just family."wYou're probably right," Eloise said, nodding slightly. "Very well, then, I must be off. Terribly sorry to cut my visit so short, but I wanted to be sure that you knew Colin was home."wWhistledown,"Penelope reminded her.wRight. Where does that woman get her information?" Eloise said, shaking her head in wonder. "I vow sometimes she knows so much about my family I wonder if I ought to be frightened."wShe can't go on forever," Penelope commented, getting up to see her friend out. "Someone will eventually figure out who she is, don't you think?"wI don't know." Eloise put her hand on the doorknob, twisted, and pulled. "I used to think so. But it's been ten years. More, actually. If she were going to be caught, I think it would have happened already."Penelope followed Eloise down the stairs. "Eventually she'll make a mistake. She has to. She's only human."Eloise laughed. "And here I thought she was a minor god."

Kiss Me (Fool's Gold #17)

Penelope found herself grinning.Eloise stopped and whirled around so suddenly that Penelope crashed right into her, nearly sending both of them tumbling down the last few steps on the staircase. "Do you know what?" Eloise demanded.wI couldn't begin to speculate."

Eloise didn't even bother to pull a face. "I'd wager that she has made a mistake," she said.wI beg your pardon?"wYou said it yourself. She—or it could be he, I suppose— has been writing the column for over a decade. No one could do that for so long without making a mistake. Do you know what I think?"

Penelope just spread her hands in an impatient gesture.wI think the problem is that the rest of us are too stupid to notice her mistakes."It’s time to go, he said. Your family will be expecting you.

Do offer them my regards, Lord St. Clair said, executing a smart little bow. They are good ton, your family. I’m certain they want what’s best for you.Hyacinth just stared at him. She had no idea what the subtext was in this conversation, but clearly she did not have all the facts. And she hated being left in the dark.

Passenger (Passenger #1)

Gareth yanked on her arm, hard, and she realized that he’d already started walking away. Hyacinth tripped over a bump in the path as she fell into place at his side. What was that all about? she asked, breathless from trying to keep up with him. He was striding through the park with a speed her shorter legs simply could not match.Nothing, he bit off.

It wasn’t nothing. She glanced over her shoulder to see if Lord St. Clair was still behind them. He wasn’t, and the motion set her off-balance, in any case. She stumbled, falling against Gareth, who didn’t seem inclined to treat her with any exceptional tenderness and solicitude. He did stop, though, just long enough for her to regain her footing.It was nothing, he said, and his voice was sharp and curt and a hundred other things she’d never thought it could be.

She shouldn’t have said anything else. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything else, but she wasn’t always cautious enough to heed her own warnings, and as he pulled her along beside him, practically dragging her east toward Mayfair, she asked, What are we going to do?He stopped, so suddenly that she nearly crashed into him. Do? he echoed. We?

We, she confirmed, although her voice didn’t come out quite as firmly as she’d intended.We are not going to do anything, he said, his voice sharpening as he spoke. We are going to walk back to your house, where we are going to deposit you on your doorstep, and then we are going to return to my small, cramped apartments and have a drink.

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