romance-novels

He pushes off the wall with his foot, standing tall and gorgeous over me. My eyes glide up until they meet his and for the life of me, I can__ stop my smile. Neither can he. So, we stand there, smiling at each other with high school giddiness mixed with very grownup lust swimming between us.

We run in silence, enjoying the sunrise over the ocean and I swear there are few things more beautiful than this. Pinks and purples and yellows fill the sky, bathing us in light. The salty breeze brushes my skin, sticking to my moistened flesh.

Luke is unimaginable. And it__ not just his talented tongue or the way he looks at me like I__ the most beautiful woman he__ ever seen__hough neither of those hurt his cause. No, it__ the way he makes me feel free when I have been hiding. Awake instead of dormant. Fearless instead of petrified. Ceaseless instead of temporary.

It__ one of those laughs that light up her whole face, and you can__ help but join in because it__ just that infectious.

I__e been the queen of symmetry and everything had to be in identical balance, no matter how you looked at it. But I__e realized that sometimes things can be a little different, almost vastly different, yet make perfect sense when they are brought together. Sometimes differences are what make things symmetrical.

Death, everyone fears it in one way or another but when I stood in front of it myself, face to face, I felt no fear.

The fish is that perfect, amazing guy it can never work out with__ou know, a bird and a fish may fall in love__ut where would they live? . . . So the fish is your total dream guy, he__ smart, he__ handsome, he gets all your jokes, he loves to talk, he gives you a nine-hour orgasm and then makes you homemade chocolate chip pancakes and serves you breakfast in bed__ut he lives all the way across the country and neither of you can move, or he__ married, or next in line for the throne, or he has a terminal disease or something . . . the fish.

I__ like to say I__ not dressed up for anyone in particular, but that would be a lie.

Love isn't about holding on. It's about letting go.

A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

You don't have to live in a mansion to be happy. All you need is to create the right space; something that says this is who you are, and you can always change who you are, just as you change your environment.

Hasn't anyone taken their time to love you in a while?

All Jane Austen novels have a common storyline: an attractive and virtuous young woman surmounts difficulties to achieve marriage to the man of her choice. This is the age-long convention of the romantic novel, but with Jane Austen, what we have is Mills & Boon written by a genius.

He stares at meâ__aking me inâ__ith his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.

You are the last thought in my mind before I drift off to sleep and the first thought when I wake up each morning.

Everyone thinks to the extent of their own depravity,_ #HenriettaLedyanova , #FatefulItalianPassion .

Kyle clapped his hands together. __oody! The Zoe dates back some 3000 years to when the Greek gods ruled.___ho__ Zoe?_ I interjected.Kyle huffed. __t__ not a who, it__ a what.

Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff.