Can’t Get Enough of the Duke (The Thunderbolt Club #2)

“Burn me alive if you must! Flay me with thine iron talons, swallow me and let me be pickled in thine own hellish brine! But I stand before you to beseech you, O Great Qavox,” Amsonia cried loudly, to drown out the knocking of her knees, “help me find my father and banish the red mist that hath marred the beautiful land of Vyranthrall!”

—The Dragon and the Blue Star by Analise Crewe

With the swiftness borne of military training, Warburton had disengaged her grasping hand and was standing in front of her in a boxer’s stance.

In that brief second, he seemed to grow even taller, completely blocking her from the men’s sight with his vastly squared shoulders, his head thrown back deliberately to catch the streetlamp glow.