From page 25: On how Derek rose from nothing and become something:
"He's not easy to describe. Derek Craven is by far the most complicated individual I've ever met. He is capable of kindness, but... He comes from a world of savage than you could being to comprehend, Miss Fielding..."
"He began to work at five or six years of age as a climbing boy for a chimney sweep. When he became too old to climb, he resorted to begging, thievery, dock labor... Somehow in the midst of it all he gained rudimentary understanding of letters and numbers. By his teens he had educated himself enough to become a
bookmaker. According to him, it was at the time that he conceived the idea of operating his own gambling club someday." Newmarket
"What a remarkable ambition for a boy with such origins."
"It would have been an extraordinary achievement for him to build a small den in the city. Instead he dreamed of creating a club so exclusive that the most powerful men in the world would clamor to be allowed membership.”
“And that’s precisely what he’s done.” She marveled.
“Yes. He was born without a shilling to his name”. Worthy paused. ‘He was born without a name, as a matter of fact. Now he is wealthier than most of the gentry that patronizes his club. No one is really aware of how much Mr. Craven owns.”
Page 177 Why Derek is so unselfish and quite the poet!
”I want you to leave. You’re not safe here. As long as you’re in
you’re not safe from me.” London
His gazed raked over the rippling mass of her hair, her delectate face, her bewildered eyes. With a sudden grown, he pulled her against him, burying his face in her hair. Sara closed her eyes, her mind spinning. She felt him tremble with the force of his need. He spoke just beneath her ear, his voice thick with tormented pleasure.
“You have to leave, Sara... because I want to hold you like this until your skin melts into mind. I want you in my bed, the smell of you on my sheets, your hair spread across my pillow. I want to take your innocence. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
Blindly Sara flattened her hand on his cheek, against the scratch of newly grown beard. “What if I want the same?” she whispered.
“No,” he said fiercely and turned his mouth to the tender skin of her neck. “If you were mine, I would make you into someone you didn’t recognize. I would hurt you in ways you never dream of. I won’t let that happen. But don’t ever think I didn’t want you.”
His hands gripped her closer, and they both began to breathe harshly. The hard jut of his arousal burned against her stomach. “That’s for you.” He muttered. “Only for you.”
Page 280- 281 why Derek is even good with children!
Too long to write! *g*
Page 212- 214 on what Sara truly means to him beginning with Tabitha tell me how he
And page 349 to 350 after Sara asks “Does my appearance mean so much to you?....
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