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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2004
“[Adam had] become obsessed with increments of time. It was an embarrassingly mortal affliction. Next thing he knew, he’d be wearing a watch.”
“Upon arriving in Cincinnati, [Adam had] found Circenn’s residence vacant, and had no idea where to look for him next. He’d taken up residence there himself, andhad been killing time since – endeavoring grimly to ignore that, for the first time in his timeless existence, time was returning the favor– waiting for Circenn to return.”
“Later Gabby would realize that it was all the cup of coffee’s fault. Every awful thing that happened to her from that moment on could be traced directly back to that cup of coffee with thestunning simplicity of an airtight conditional argument:If not for A (said cup of coffee), then not B (blowing job interview), hence not C (having to go into work that night), and certainly not D (the horrible thing that happened to her there)... on to infinity.”
“It had just been made excruciatingly clear to him that the human male brain and the human male cock couldn’t both sustain sufficient amounts of blood to function at the same time. It was one or the other, and the human male apparently didn’t get to choose which one.”
“Gabby nodded. ‘I have one of the, er... fairies here with me –‘
‘Tuatha Dé,’ Adam corrected irritably. ‘You’re bloody well making me sound like Tinkerbell.’”
“For the record, Irish,” he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, “I kneel to no one.”
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There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.
She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read onlyromance novels.Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be aHappily-Ever-After.
You aren't falling for me, are you, Irish?
5+++ IMMORTAL STARS!!!!
You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head.
You asked if I believed in God.
I told you of course I do- I've always had a strong sense of self.
Your house is quiet now, you're sleeping upstairs and I'm alone with this blasted, idiotic book that purports to tally the sum of my life, and fact is, maybe I do.
But maybe, ka-lyrra, your God doesn't believe in me.
"How many times had she dreamed of doing that? Copping one tiny forbidden fairy-feel. Finally finding out if all that golden fairy skin really felt as velvety as it looked?"
“Damn, it's good to be me." -Adam Black
Tuatha Dé Danaan. a rogue even among his own kind His favored glamour is that of an intensely sexual
Highland blacksmith with a powerful rippling body, golden skin, long black hair, and dark, mesmerizing
eyes Highly intelligent, lethally seductive. Alleged to have nearly broken The Compact on not one. but
two occasions. He is, by far. the most dangerous and unpredictable of his race.
WARNING: EXERCISE EXTREME CAUTION IF SIGHTED.
AVOID CONTACT AT ALL COST.
She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to
murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be
a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.
“Tell them, Gabrielle,” Adam urged impatiently.
Blinking, Gabby nodded. “I have one of the, er… fairies here with me –”
“Tuatha Dé,” Adam corrected irritably. “You’re bloody well making me sound like Tinkerbell.”
“Ah, ka-lyrra, I look at you and you make me want to live a man's life with you. To wake with you and sleep with you, argue with you and make love with you, to get a silly human job and take walks in the park and live so tiny beneath such a vast sky.
But I will never stay with another human woman and watch her die. Never. "-Adam