It was like living with a bad action movie, all excitement and motion, and no character development.
He imagines himself a wit, but he's only half that.
The way to fight a woman is with your hat. Grab it and run.The guy who said that was a wise man. He knew what most men don't - Women are powerful creatures who should be handled with care, or they can...
They hit a pothole deep enough to make her teeth snap together, and she burst out, This road reminds me of my life. It's going somewhere familiar, but every time I look up, there's a new obstacle to j...
She'd melted onto the cushions, almost numb with satiation, and with a chuckle that had sounded both diabolical and satisfied, he'd picked her up and carried her to her bedchamber.
She wished she hadn't succumbed to irritation. Because she wanted to know about his inner feelings. She always thought people were like pieces of art glass-- strong enough to handle and use, delicate...
I could write an epic poem about your thighs.That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn’t like that.I wouldn’t either. She pressed her cheek to his belly. I can’t think of a word to...
Don't just aim high, reach it and grab some happiness along the way.
What an expression of relief, my dear fiancée. However did you make your way through London society with such a revealing face? Not that I object, you understand. Leaning toward her, Mr. Knight smiled...
Logic is overrated and superfluous when it comes to love.
I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.
All I wanted was a man who could love and who loved me, who I could share my secrets with and know his.
You know, Guinevere Mary, the kind of woman you could be, and I know it, too. And I won’t be satisfied until you are. Her
No matter how they fought they had always been like this: balanced between anger and passion, between hurt and glory.
No matter how they fought they had always been like this: balanced between anger and passion, between hurt and glory. When they first got together, she didn't understand how two people who had so litt...
When I break a rock open with my pick, I'm a prophet. I see the past. I see the future. I know where the world is going, and where it's been. And I always, always want to know more.
The haunted always take refuge in stillness.
We're lucky. He slipped his hand around her waist and splayed it in the small of her back. Most couples have only one first kiss. We'll have two.
You and me-we've whored together. We've fought together.And I still dunna understand how ye always seems to know where the money is hidden and the liquor is stored and the scandals are richest.'It's a...
You must think I'm... unchaste.He didn't laugh at her, or even look amused. No, I think you're lonely.What? I'm not lonely. She had her duties. She had her relatives. She lived a productive life.You...