She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.
I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.
You are my heart as it beats within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.
When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?
It’s always been you; it’ll always be you, Angel.
A quiet but indomitable voice behind me said, “I believe this is my dance.” It was him. I could feel his presence. The warmth of him seeped into my back, and I quivered all over like spring leaves in a warm breeze.
It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.
Forget men, I want to marry my MacBook. It’s dependable, reliable and you can even go shopping with it.
I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.
I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.
She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.
When we first met, I didn’t want to get involved with anyone. I didn’t have the time or energy, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready for it. But you were so good to me, and I got swept up in that. And little by little, I found myself falling in love with you.
I’ve been working hard to become the kind of man she needs, the kind of man she already believes me to be.
When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.
Okay, then I’ll just say I love you. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you are. I’m only content when you’re near. My whole purpose is to be what you need me to be. It’s not poetry, but it’s from my heart. Will that do?
I could feel the warmth of his presence as if a soft blanket had been wrapped around my soul, around my heart. It held me and protected me. It sheltered me and I knew I wasn’t alone anymore.
And just then Damon stepped out of the coat closet, and at the same time Aunt Maggie tripped him neatly and said, “Bathroom door beside you,” and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard.
Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don’t know you’re having one until you’re right in the middle of it.
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.