1. "The man towered over her five-foot-four-inch frame by a good ten inches. He was big, dark and deadly-looking, with piercing ebony eyes and long, silky black hair secured in a ponytail. Dressed all in black—leather jacket, cotton shirt and jeans—he blended into the night like a prince of darkness. Rorie shuddered at the thought. Whoever or whatever this man was, he was danger personified."
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Beverly Barton, Gabriel Hawk's Lady
2. "Have you ever done any running or jogging? Hawk asked. [...] I walk, she told him. I’ve never had any desire to run or jog. Why not? Don’t you like to sweat? As a matter of fact, I don’t. She smiled. Besides, Southern ladies never sweat. We don’t even perspire. Then what the hell do you do? We glow."
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Beverly Barton, Gabriel Hawk's Lady
3. "He had wanted. He had needed. He had desired. And he had taken. But he had never loved."
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Beverly Barton, Gabriel Hawk's Lady