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“I’m sorry. It’s hard for me. I do love you,” she said quietly. “Sometimes it scares me because you’re the first. And the only”
He held her there until he was sure he could speak, then eased her back, looked into her eyes “You’ve changed my life. Become my life.” He touched his lips to hers, let the kiss deepen slowly, silkily. “I need you”
I fucking love Roarke.
“She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through viole
Normally I’m not very much into Mystery/Crime books and when I first discovered this series I thought, HOLY SHIT there are more than 40 books in series! Am I ready for this or should I say Am I crazy to start to read them? How will I finish them? UGH!!! But then I jumped right into the 1st book and BOOM! After I finish that book I thought WOW What a fucking amazing story is this!!! I absolutely loved the 1st book. Eve and Roarke really, really turned my world upside down. Their c
And if you’re still thinking whether you should start this series or not… Please just read this part (I know it’s very long but trust me it will worth your time) and let Roarke make you swoon!!! 🙂
“I have something for you.”
She eyed the velvet box with suspicion. “You don’t have to get me presents. You know I don’t want you to.”
“Yes. It makes you uncomfortable and uneasy.” He grinned. “Perhaps that’s why I do it.” He sat beside her on the floor, handed her the box. “Open it.”
She imagined it would be jewelry. He seemed to thrive on giving her body decorations: diamonds, emeralds, ropes of gold that left her stunned and feeling awkward. But when she opened it, she saw only a simple white blossom.
“It’s a flower?”
“From your wedding bouquet. I had it treated.”
“A petunia.” She found herself sentimentally teary-eyed as she picked it out of the box. Simple, basic, ordinary, one that might grow in any garden. The petals felt soft, dewy, and fresh.
“It’s a new process one of my companies has been working on. It preserves without changing the basic texture. I wanted you to have it.” He closed a hand over hers. “I wanted both of us to have it, so we could be reminded that some things last.”
She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route.
Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.
…and ladies & gentlemen! That’s Roarke! 🙂