"Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs."
"The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well. That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily."
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Source: Jana Oliver (2013). “Demon Trappers 1-3: Forsaken, Forbidden, Forgiven”, p.149, Pan Macmillan
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"Beck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the feel of her against his body, the light scent of her perfume, the in her eyes that told him he was the center of her universe. It was a new and totally overwhelming experience."
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"I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me."
"That's Denver Beck, isn't it? Paul mentioned him. What's he like?" Ori asked. "Oh, where do I start? Beck's mouthy and he lives to tell me what to do." In short, he's so not you. "Why do you want to know?" A glimmer appeared in Ori's dark eyes. "Just scoping out the competition."
"'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan."