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The Evil Inside (Krewe of Hunters #4) Courting Darkness (Otherworld/Sisters of the Moon #10)

Frederick stopped, although it wasn‘t clear if it was due to Louisa‘s hold on the lead or outright exhaustion. He let out a huge sigh, and frankly, Annabel was surprised that he didn‘t collapse on the ground.

His mouth pressed harder against her ear. ―I‘d lick that, too."Annabel clutched him even harder, pressing her hips into his hand.

Clean Sweep (Innkeeper Chronicles #1)

―But even that might not be enough," he whispered. ―You are a discerning woman, and you might make me work for your pleasure."―Oh, Sebastian," she moaned.He chuckled lightly against her skin. ―I might have to touch you a little more deeply." One of his fingers began to circle at her opening, then slid softly inside. ―Like this. Do you like that?"

Holding Up the Universe

―Yes," she gasped. ―Yes."He began to move within her. ―Do you like this?"

Oh, he was wicked, and she was wicked, and he was doing wicked things to her. And all she could think was that they were out of doors and anyone could come across them, and somehow that made it all the more delicious.

―Let go, Annabel," he whispered in her ear.She watches me crack my egg into the soup and bury it under cubes of steaming tofu and shrimp and clams so it will cook. She does the same and doesn’t make a comment about whether it’s safe to eat.

This is delicious, she says, sipping a spoonful. She practically wiggles with pleasure.How come you call yourself Korean? she asks after a few more sips. Weren’t you born here?

Little Red Riding Crop (The Original Sinners #0.6)

Doesn’t matter. People always ask where I’m from. I used to say here, but then they ask where are you really from, and then I say Korea. Sometimes I say North Korea and that my parents and I escaped from a water dungeon filled with piranhas where Kim Jong-un was holding us prisoner.She doesn’t smile like I expect her to. She just asks me why I do that.

Because it doesn’t matter what I say. People take one look at me and believe what they want.That sucks, she says, scooping up some kimchi and popping it into her mouth. I could watch her eat all day.

I’m used to it. My parents think I’m not Korean enough. Everybody else thinks I’m not American enough.That really sucks. She moves on from the kimchi to bean sprouts. I don’t think you should say you’re from Korea, though.

Because it’s not true. You’re from here.I love how simple this is for her. I love that her solution to everything is to tell the truth. I struggle with my identity and she tells me just to say what’s true.

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