I've always thought that violet ribbons look especially nice with brown hair.
A mãe sempre dissera que, quando uma mulher estava bem-vestida, se sentia bem.
Do I look like a mess? she asked.He nodded. But you’re my mess, he whispered.
Just be quiet and accept the praise.
You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile.You think my smile is beguiling?
Then, with a cheeky quirk of his brows, he leaned forward and murmured, Would it be improper of me to admit that I am inordinately flattered by your attention tothe details of my face?Anne snorted out...
Talvez aquilo fosse a definição do amor, afinal. Querer uma pessoa, precisar dela e a adorar até mesmo nos momentos de fúria, quando se tinha vontade de amarrá-la à cama só para que ela não saísse e c...
He said he loved me, she whispered.Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent.Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that d...
Queria que ela adorasse aquilo, que o amasse e que soubesse, quando sedeitassem nos braços um do outro, suados e exaustos, que pertencia a ele.Porque ele já sabia que pertencia a ela.
Tea? Daniel asked, signaling to the innkeeper.Please. Or anything that is hot. She pulled off her gloves, pausing to frown at a little hole that was growing at the tip of her right forefinger. That wo...
It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.