M.J. Scott
M.J Scott is a RITA® Award nominated author. She is an unrepentant bookworm. Luckily she grew up in a family that fed her a properly varied diet of books and these days is surrounded by people who are understanding of her story addiction. When not wrestling one of her own stories to the ground, she can generally be found reading someone else’s. Her other distractions include yarn, cat butlering, dark chocolate and fabric. She lives in Melbourne, Australia.
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She has also written contemporary romance as Melanie Scott and Emma Douglas.
“If you're all grown up, as you insist, then you're old enough to recognize heat between a man and a woman. And it's there between us. I'm not a saint, Saskia. I'm not one of your respectful human boys. If you ask me, I'm not going to be a gentleman.""Sainted bloody earth." She'd finally found her tongue. Her cheeks still blushed pink, but her eyes were furious. "How is that no woman has killed you before now?”
“...the sensation was so startlingly intense that I couldn‘t help it, I slipped into the shadow."What in the name of—" Simon jerked backward, voice shocked. "Gods and suns, Lily, where did you go?"I froze where I was, embarrassment flowing over me in a fiery tide that burned everything else away. Sweet lords of hell, what had I done? I was fairly certain that vanishing during such a moment was just not done.”
“In that case, maybe you‘d be so kind as to leave me alone and let me sleep?""I want to talk to you."Lords of hell. More talking.”
“I wasn‘t talking to Simon. Talking might lead to something foolish like wanting to kiss him again. Or punch him. One of the two.”
“He was so full of life and confidence part of me wanted to slap him. But another part wanted to let him show me how to feel like that. That part made me want to slap myself.”