Lover at Last, pg. 188
In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of
Now his hands shook for a different reason.
“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”
“What the hell happened down there?”
Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another
deep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.”
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”
“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”
Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”
“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would
Lover at Last, pg. 449
The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.
Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues.
Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all?
Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?”
Why the hell would— Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—”
The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay.
The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind...
Lover at Last, pg. 251
In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.”
That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling.
Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.”
Lover at Last, pg. 318
“Let me kiss you.” Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. “I know I don’t deserve it, but please . . . it’s what you can do for me. Let me feel you. . . .”
Qhuinn’s mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered.
“I’ll beg for it.” More with the caress of those devastating lips. “If that’s what it takes. I don’t give a f**k, I’ll beg. . . .”
Somehow, that wasn’t going to be necessary.
Well, Lover at Last is officially done and copyedited! The final word count is.... 199,807 which means it is exactly 650 words more than Tohr's book! (Which came in at 199,157.) Who knew that Qhuinn and Blay would be longer than... I mean, bigger than... I mean... um, yeah- I think I'm just going to stop there lolol
So the galleys have dropped for Lover at Last- the book comes in at a whopping 592 pages- people are going to need a crane for this bad boy lol (okay, maybe just an elbow brace...).
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