She thought he was about to kiss her again. Instead, he slowly sank to his knees, grasped her waist, and pressed his lips to her belly. Her stretch marks. He was kissing her stretch marks.
What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.
Every once in a while you find someone who is iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.
He knew she loved him in that moment. Gabe never wanted to be part of the holy fight, but now he was, he was not about to lose.
You better go to someone else for words. All I know is, there are some drums that sound good together and some that don’t. I think we sound good together.
In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
Deb and I were married on a snowy night – wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...
Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an ‘off’ day. Trust me, good things will come of it.
Aku berharap dia ada disini, titik.
Fiction is very, very important,” he said, his voice is rising. “Storytelling is how people learn. You get people to understand new cultures and other lives through stories. Made-up stories. Fiction.
Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better?
He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.
Listen up, Nic,” she said firmly, looking straight into his gray-blue eyes. “If you die on me out here, so help me I’ll hold seances and pester you. I won’t give you a moment’s peace in the hereafter,” she threatened in a fierce whisper. Gabrielle O’Hara, River of Dreams.
What could I offer the local bad boy except my livelihood? Oh, I know. My body or my planes! Why didn’t I think of that? Would you have preferred that I offer him my body, Nic, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to sign over either of my planes!
He’s a lovely guy, but there’s no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can’t legislate for chemistry.
You stole my heart the day we met, and I’ve never asked for it back.
Every Adventure Has a Back Story. When we look at our past relationships, often there are one or two we may tend to go back to in our minds, and we see them through the magic of the seven veils.
Blood doesn’t make a family.
You think I’m perfect, but I feel like a songbird trapped in a cage.
She’ll find you. Her need to know you will eventually consume her.