Angela Quarles Quote

The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.

You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

What have I done to her?" Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. "What the devil did she do to me?

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. And Sassenach, he whispered, Your face is my heart.

– Ele se inclinou e deu um beijo de leve nos lábios dela. – Eu tenho você – murmurou –, e não vou desperdiçar nem um segundo que temos juntos.Os lábios de Kate se abriram num sorriso.– O que isso sign...

I intend to marry Michael, and squander all his money and run his life, and make sure he never again consorts with wicked women or gambles with licentious men. I promise I will henpeck him until he ha...

Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.

She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. How can you be so calm? He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. Come w...

It was if the devil himself had devised the perfect earthly torture for Lady Alicia Lawrence. Now how will I occupy myself when I get to hell?

They (mothers-in-law) never leave when they say they will. When my mother-in-law visits, the mice throw themselves at the cat, begging to be eaten.