For every woman, there is that one man who could get her to go anywhere he wanted her to go, do anything he wanted her to do—reach into her soul and turn her whole world on its ear—challenge everything she thought she believed. Highlighted by 24 Kindle users
..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.
Annabelle gave him a chiding smile. “If you’re implying that I’m spoiled, I assure you that I am not.”“You should be.” His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought hers again. There was a note in his voice that gently robbed her of breath. “You could do with a bit of spoiling.
Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist.“To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.
. . . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.
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 forever, I will pledge myself to your happiness.
Someday, my love, you're going to understand just how much I care for you. You're my light, my warmth, my other half. I only feel alive when I'm with you. I love you. Caine
He wants a fifteen thousand pound settlement.Fifteen thousand!He says you're a great deal of trouble.She hesitated for one startled moment before choking back a laugh.I am.I thought so. He leveled Drew a look. If I pay you the fifteen thousand, do you swear to keep her?Drew reared back his head. Forever?Her father scowled. Forever.Oh, I suppose. He gave a long-suffering sigh. If I must.She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing outright.
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 has no life beyond what I allow him, and when we die, I will lie in his arms through all eternity.
You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff
That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?
Where are you going?To get my Bible.Right now? You can't get your Bible out right now! I'm, I'm, we're just about to...She'd never be able to go through with this if he got out his Bible. She wiped all humor from her face.I believe you. Proverbs 5:18. Rejoice, relish, and romp with your husband.He chuckled. I'm serious, Connie, and I won't have you feeling ashamed or unclean over anything we do in that bed, tonight or any other night.I won't. I feel unashamed and very clean. I promise. But please don't get out that Bible.What? Think you that God can't see us right now?Groaning, she slid off his lap and covered her face with her hands. He sunk to his knees in front of her, drawing her hands down.I love you. You love me. We are man and wife. God is watching, Connie, and He is very, very pleased.
I would rather be a cripple and have your love for all of a single moment than to live as I am without ever having it.
Midnight Omen Deja vu - Because everyone should experience love in the Caribbean...at least once in a lifetime.
What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!”“Good,” said the angel. “I was afraid these new shoes would not be sturdy enough.
You were kidnapped not?I was kidnapped.You were forced not into marriage?I was forced into marriage.You want not an annulment?I want not an annulment.
Lord Randall barreled inside, brandishing his cane in Drew's face.You beggarly knave, I was told this marriage was in name only! Who gave you permission to consummate the vows?Theodore Hopkin, governor of this colony, representative of the kind, and it's going to cost you plenty, for that daughter of yours is nothing but trouble. What in the blazes were you thinking to allow her an education?Drew bit back his smile at the man's shocked expression. Nothing like landing the first punch.Lord Randall furrowed his bushy gray brows.I knew not about her education until it was too late.Drew straightened the cuffs of his shirt. Well, be prepared to pay dearly for it. No man should have to suffer through what I do with the constant spouting of the most addlepated word puzzles you could imagine.-----------------------------------------I require fifteen thousand pounds.Lord Randall spewed ale across the floor. What! Surely drink has tickled your poor brain. You're a FARMER, you impudent rascal. I'll give you five thousand.Drew plopped his drink onto the table at his side, its contents sloshing over the rim. A satisfied smile broke across his face.Excellent. He stood.When will you take her back to England with you? Today? Tomorrow?The old man's red-rimmed eyes widened. I cannot take her back. Why, she's already birthed a child! Drew shrugged. Fifteen thousand or I send her AND the babe back, with or without you.
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?
… Looking at her, I think I know better what romantic love is.”… she asked, “What is it?”“It is parental love,” he answered thoughtfully. “Wanting to protect and keep the other person safe. As well as the love of friendship - esteeming the other person, even desiring each other’s company beyond all others. And it is lust,” he said, meeting her eyes, and was rewarded with seeing them darken, her breath becoming slightly unsteady, one little word jerking her out of her clinical assessment. He smiled, a predatory, seductive grin. “The physical needing of the other person, the quickened pulse, the sweaty heat.” His hand, which still rested on hers, began slowly moving, his fingers dancing over her skin. “Combining them makes the result greater than its individual parts. Because it produces something else. It creates … a steadiness. A strength. I can’t explain it well - being only an outside observer - but I only know that out of my friends' relationships, my sister‘s marriage is the epitome of grace.
We can talk about our dreams all night, Lisette. We can talk forever, for the rest of our lives, living one adventure after another, I promise. But not now, my darling Lisette. For now, all I can think of is the brilliance of yet another ancient Greek, Sophocles. He said, 'One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life-that word is love.' I love you, Lisette. You bring my life joy I've never known. Please, marry me.
Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.-Leonard Cohen
Farkında mısınız leydim bilmiyorum ama benimle pazarlık ettiniz, bana emir verdiniz, beni ikna etmeye çalıştınız. Her türlü yolu denediniz, sadece bir yol kaldı.”“Neymiş o?”“Lütfen demek.
You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one.-Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)
Their daughter scrunched up her hands and legs, waving them wildly in the air. He opened his palm, allowing the babe to kick his hand.Is she like a puppy?Constance choked. What!He looked up. Will she get her spots later?Laughter bubbled up from within her as she playfully whacked him on the shoulder. Yes. Yes, I'm afraid she will. As soon as the sun touches her skin, the freckles will appear.A delicious two-dimple grin spread across his face. Good. I find I'm rather partial to freckled redheads.
Thought you didn't like red hair.One of Drew's dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma's shoulder. Must have me confused with someone else, but I'm not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.
Look. Isn't he beautiful?Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that?Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.
Bitter disappointment pushed tears from her eyes.Now what's wrong? I said you could wear it.She drew in a shaky breath.I w-wanted you to l-like my dreeessssss.He moved his gaze over her.The gown makes my mouth water, love.
Sneezeweed, Drew?He grinned. Jealous?Surprised.Remind me, and I'll have a talk with Gerald. Give him a few tips.Promise?Absolutely.
Oxthorpe stood. He could do nothing else. Her hands stilled, and her smile faded away. She stood and dropped into a curtsy. What did one say in such situations, when one knew a lady disapproved? “Miss Clay,” he said. “Duke.” She’d given the field laborer a happier smile than she gave him. Most everyone else had stopped smiling, too. This was the effect he had on others. He was the Duke of Oxthorpe, and though he did his duty by his title and his estate, he was not beloved. He did not know how to be beloved the way Miss Clay was.
He did not want to go to his grave knowing he had risked nothing for the woman he wanted. He wasn’t an ass, though. Or if he was, he did not wish to give her incontrovertible evidence of the fact. What to say to her, then, when he knew he was likely to speak too gruffly?
He didn’t deserve compassion. Sympathy. Not even understanding. He deserved worse, far worse than he had ever been given.
Ho! Wise men say, 'He who hath not a good and ready memory should never meddle in telling lies.'Drew smiled. I have a good and ready memory.
Listen. Just because we got a mutual hankering, doesn't mean we have to act on it. Aside from the hankering, there isn't much about you that I like. So far, you've been a pain in the behind. And I might as well tell you, I've followed through on one hankering and getting shot was more of an enjoyable experience. I didn't like it.