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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(139) by Anne Bishop
  • Her eyes widened. "Cooking? But I can't cook."

    His fingers followed the chain back up to her neck. "You couldn't before. But you couldn't call in your shoes before, either."

    "I don't know, Daemon."

    The words were doubtful, but her expression was eager.

    His hands caressed her back. His lips brushed her cheek. "We could start with something simple. A roast."

    "A roast," she repeated, as solemn as any student learning her first difficult spell.

    "We start with a choice cut of meat." His hands caressed her hips, her ribs, gave her br**sts a teasing brush before circling back up to her shoulders. "Rub it gently with herbs to season it and bring out the flavor." Since her head had tipped back, exposing her throat, he took the invitation and left a trail of delicate kisses from her throat to her ear. "Then we give it heat, but carefully, slowly, so the juices rise and tremble on the surface to be savored."

    "Are you sure we're talking about cooking?"

    He licked her ear, enjoying the little tremors going through her.

    "My legs are weak," she said, sounding breathless.

    He froze, fighting against the panic that the strain of the past few days had been too much for her. But before he could think of a careful way to ask, she added, "When your voice gets that purr in it and you kiss me like that, my legs get weak."

    His body relaxed in one way, tightened in another. He brushed his lips over hers. "We could skip the party, stay home, and"… the tip of his tongue touched her bottom lip… "discuss the merits of basting."

    She stared at him. "I'm supposed to be annoyed with you. How am I going to be annoyed with you?"

    "By remembering the second part of the evening's entertainment."

    "What's that?"

    "The kiss-and-make-up part." He smiled as phantom tongues delicately licked her ni**les.

    She wobbled, then held on to him to stay upright. "Mother Night."

    "Ready?" he purred.

    "For what?"

    She sounded nervous. He never wanted her to fear him, but nervous… Oh, he knewexactly how to play with a light case of nerves.

    Since he could think of a dozen answers to her question…and only one of them would get them out of the bedroom…he stepped back enough to guide her toward the door.

    "For the party of course."

    "The party. I remember."

    He grinned. Strange to feel savagely volatile and lighthearted at the same time. "Let's collect Surreal and Lucivar and go play party games."


    Surreal scanned another room full of milling people. It felt like every aristo in Amdarh was stuffed into this house. "Parties like this were more fun to attend when I was a whore."

    Standing beside her, Lucivar also scanned the room. "Why?"

    "Watching all the prissy bitches trying not to act scandalized that I was there was almost as entertaining as watching the men I'd slept with sweat over what I might say to the prissy bitches. Now that I'm considered part of an aristo family, these little evenings aren't as interesting."

    "You're not 'considered' part of an aristo family," Lucivar growled. "Youare part of an aristo family."


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