I can’t imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.
I had fallen too far. I was in love with Rush Finlay.
His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.
What is real and what is not is for your heart to decide and for your heart to know.
Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren’t enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.
It doesn’t matter where I am; I’m yours.
If you loved someone, you couldn’t let lies come between you. No matter what happened – even if you’d already lost each other forever – you owed each other the truth.
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love.
I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.
He shrank from hearing Margaret’s very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her – while he was jealous of her – while he renounced her – he loved her sorely, in spite of himself.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
Three years? That’s a thousand tomorrows, ma’am.
You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever known. You’re gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don’t deserve you, but what I’m trying to say is that I love you, Anna. Very much.
I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging.
Don’t answer the door in a wedding dress and veil, he might not think you’re joking.
Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I’m okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.
There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could’ve had something perfect, but it just wasn’t meant to be.
Falling in love is not a rational process. It can’t be planned or avoided. It happens – for good or bad it simply happens. – Katrina Svensen.
You were on the other side of the world, but I often woke with the scent of you surrounding me. I ached for you, Kells. No matter how much Kishan thrashed me, it couldn’t diminish the pain of losing you. I’d dream of you and reach out to touch you, but you were always just out of reach.