historical-romance

His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. "Tis boidhche --beautiful.

She had covered herself in frost, so every part of her grew cold and would not feel, because of that single part that longed to hear that word, yet had never known the hope, or expectation, that it would.

You would fare far better with a lover who makes you laugh than one who makes you curse - and cry," he added, stepping to the cone of colored light.Beyond mortified, Phoebe dashed a quick hand across her damp eyes, hoping he might at least miss that much of her shame. "Sir, you should have made your presence known."One dark brow arched upward, "I believe I am doing just that.

I would have asked you to let down your hair" turning to regard her with a grin, his teeth a slash of white in his blackened face."But it is not quite long enough anymore.

You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel._ Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. __ like it too.

Keep the guests company, and mind your asses! Stay out of the hall before my chamber!

She narrowed her gaze. __ don__ trust you to keep your eyes closed.___mart woman,_ he said. __ wouldn__ trust me, either, if I were you.

I never would have conceived that he would finally succumb to marriage. How did you ever convince him?___ must actually credit Lady Russell. She explained to me that a man desires above all things to think himself his own master. Thus, I had only to convince Marcus that marrying me was entirely his own idea._-A BREACH OF PROMISE

And then you realize one day that you can't remember her scent and nothing smells like her anymore. You can't remember how she feels or the sound of her voice. You haven't thought of her every second of every day. Then--then you feel more alone than on the day you lost her.

The arrogant man probably thought his path to heaven was already assured, and that he acted in accordance to God__ will just by breathing.

Release Lady Mirabelle and the kitten or I__l run you through, skewering your belly, pinching out your life.

Of course, even though Peter and I have had our disagreements, we share a bond I'd defend to the death if needs be. If all goes according to the natural order of things, siblings will know us longer than our parents, longer than our spouses and friends." Lord Westdale to Duncan

Moonlight does things to a street scene that no other natural or man-made phenomenon can effect. People walk slower, their smiles lingering on contended faces. Horses that usually move along fast enough to stir up the dust off the street plod lazily in the clear, cool night. And in dark corners where people forget to look, the goons come out.

Have you ever seen Russian nesting dolls?__hrown by the questions, she opened her eyes. Why would he suddenly speak about a child__ toy? __ own a few of them.___hen you must understand that undressing you is like playing with one of those dolls. I open one to find another beneath it. I took away your gown to find you are still as clothed as you were a moment ago and I wonder how many more layers I will have to work through to get down to you__he doll I__ searching for.

Beatrix wished she were a swooning sort of female. It seemed the only appropriate response to the situation.Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to summon a swoon, her mind remained intractably conscious.

It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse

Ah, does my princess now want what I offer?

He is dressed in a long, white robe and in his hand is a white cap. I draw up as he passes down the hall; he does not see me. Shortly I hear a horse leaving. There is much I do not know about him, but tonight I know one of his secrets. He is a midnight rider.