He had not meant the words in that way. He had been talking strictly about possession. But oh, the longing for his love was an unbearably painful ache in her.
Like the magnolia tree, She bends with the wind,Trials and tribulation may weather her, Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms, See her standing there, like steel, With her roots forever buried,Deep i...
to want any woman so badly was unwise, let alone his enemy's daughter." An Artful Seduction
Think of this- that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.
IF you wish to be a writer then don't wait until you write the "great American novel" for they aren't written they are created. If you don't write at all you won't know how "great" that simple book ca...
Give to the world the best you have and the best will come back to you.
But marriage is forever.''Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.'Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said.'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather thi...
I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you. I want to walk with you and, yes, I want you in my bed. That's what I want today. That's what I'll want in a hundred years. If you promise to be my wife...
The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot...
All things in Fiji are paid for in blood.
Ned seemed so different from any other man of her acquaintance, and, certainly, the antithesis of the rake she had set her sights on. She had chosen DeVere as her best prospect, yet after only this sh...
Getting the poison to them is more difficult than it should be. I cannot just slip it into their food, they eat with the rest of the household, and as much as I dislike everyone here, I am not willing...
I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.
It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse
The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.
Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.
You intend to keep me confined in here with you for three days?" His voice was low and ominous."It doesn't have to take three days," she said, "It just depends how long it takes for you to come to you...
This is your home,’ he said. ‘You are mistress of Finchley Park, Vanessa. You may do whatever you wish.’Her smile broadened.‘Within reason,’ he added hastily.
I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that one only comes up with clever, cutting remarks long after the other party is happily slumbering away.