When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
And I wish you were a hit man because, if I had the money, I’d hire you right this minute to knock yourself off.
You’ve been in my life for so long that I stopped thinking about you as someone who existed separately from me. You were just part of me. And then all these changes happened, and you decided to leave me, and I’ve been going crazy ever since.
Piper wasn’t used to anyone intimidating her, but being in the presence of Phoebe Calebow was being in the presence of greatness.
If she’d done things the normal way, she’d have practice dealing with heartbreak, but she’d had none. That was why her world had fallen apart. The.
I’m a cowboy, wild and free. No little filly can ever tame a man like me.
Time doesn’t change a person’s basic character.
She wasn’t going to let them make her cry. She’d cried enough self-pitying tears in her life to drown a goat, and all it had gotten her was a big fat nothing. She made herself take a deep breath, but it didn’t help break the traffic jam in her throat. Might as well call a spade a spade. That traffic jam came from shame. There was a big difference between knowing people still hated your guts and seeing it in their faces.
I want a life with you, Annie. I want to make love with you until you can’t walk. And have kids with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out, but I’m not exactly used to having love feel good. He poked his finger in the rough direction of her face. “You talked about being a romantic. Romance is nothing! It’s a tiny word that doesn’t come close to what I feel for you.
Eventually Theo would pick up their daughter, kiss the top of her head, and carry her to an old spruce stump. He’d crouch down, gather up the beach glass that was still scattered there, and whisper in her ear. “Let’s build a fairy house.
Sweet spoils won on a silken battlefield. Every inch belonged to him, and he would take it as he wished.
If you’re not familiar with the Internet, I suggest you look into it. It’s a wonderful thing. Except for all that porno.
His arms cradled her as if she really belonged inside them.
If only she were one of those sublimely mysterious women who could control a man with the flicker of an eyelash or a single smoldering glance.
Is driving me crazy your idea of seduction?
I’m a man of my word, and I promise that I won’t hurt her.” He flexed his hands. “When I murder her, I’ll do it real quick, so she won’t feel a thing.” Viktor.
People need to concentrate on what’s right about themselves. If you only think about what’s wrong, or about all the mistakes you’ve made, you get paralyzed. Are you going to fill up your head with garbage – everything you don’t like about yourself – or are you going to be proud of who you are?
You’re so used to feeling superior that you’ve forgotten there are people who might know something you don’t.
I want you to want me, not just to make me want you.
He wanted to draw her nude. Every part of her. To capture her sensuality in pen and ink: the way she relished food, slipped her fingers into her hair, stroked the stem of her wineglass. The way she lifted her arms to stretch and tugged on her lower lip with her upper one. He’d watched her raise goose bumps on her own skin simply by stroking the inside of her wrist with the tips of her fingers, yet she seemed oblivious to this part of herself.
Daisy leaned down to thump him on the back while she beamed at Kimberly’s shocked face. “I don’t care how much evidence the state presented. I’ve never for one moment believed he murdered that waitress.” This started Alex choking all over again. Kimberly quickly backed away. “I – excuse me. My next order’s up.” “Run along,” Daisy said gaily. “And God bless!