Jacquie D'Alessandro

“-Parece que no te cae demasiado bien -dijo Daniel, acercándose más hacia él para que nadie pudiera oírlos-. ¿Por qué lo has invitado?
En realidad, Jennsen no le había caído mal hasta hacía unos quince minutos.

-Por lo mismo que invité a todos los demás. Porque es rico.

-No entiendo cómo podría serte de utilidad a no ser que pretendas robarle.

-Ni en broma.

-Hummm. Y supongo que eres consciente de que aunque sea rico, la heredera con la que tienes que casarte debe ser una mujer.”
― Jacquie D'Alessandro, Sleepless at Midnight

“He raked his hands through his hair and blew out a long breath. Damn it, he’d known lust before, but this…this aching desire for her this intense passion she inspired, was unlike anything he’d ever experience. He’d always considered himself a man of control, finesse, and patience. But Victoria somehow stripped him of all three. He didn’t want to kiss her, he wanted to devour her. He didn’t want to strip her gown from her shoulders, she wanted to tear it from her body. With his teeth. He didn’t want to slowly seduce her, he wanted to push her against the nearest wall and simply bury himself in her. Make hot, sweaty, mindless, searing love to her. Then turn her over and start again. If she knew even half the things he wanted to do to her, with her, she’d most likely never recover from shock.”
― Jacquie D'Alessandro