romance-novels

The game jostled back and forth, and then came the final inning. Some player named Casey came to bat, like his teammates, looking like a rock. Lightning ripped through the air as rain came down in sheets. The scoreboard said the horses were beating the rocks by two points, but there were two men on base. If Casey hit a homerun, the rocks would beat the horses. If not, too bad for the rocks. This man, Ben, and the two people with him looked horrified as this Casey came to bat. They had red shirts with horses painted on them. They jumped up and down for joy when they saw the final pitch, and Casey sulking back to the dugout. He had struck out. After the game, the four hiked back to a very small car.

Honestly...this is why I write.I write to get the happy ending I sometimes feel is eluding me.I write for my sanity.

I don__ want to talk about it,_ she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. __t all,_ she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. __ver,_ she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth.He had a really great mouth.

To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them

Now I knew that if that's how the devil looks, I wanted to go straight to hell.

You know it__ going to be Mary the Maid, or someone like her, and there__ going to be two men and she will end up with the nice one, and there has to be misunderstandings, and they never do anything more than kiss and it__ absolutely guaranteed that, for example, an exciting civil war or an invasion by trolls or even a scene with any cooking in it is not going to happen. The best you can expect is a thunderstorm.

When had she moved so close? Her brain screamed at her to back away. She would regret this. She already regretted this.

Are you still running that bar?_ Maureen__ voice dropped to a shocked whisper on the last word and Hope rolled her eyes, working the pick through Maureen__ thick hair.__he Cue Club? Yes, ma__m, I am._ Angel leaned forward with her best devilish wink. __ut I__ thinking of changing the name to the Den of Iniquity and getting some exotic dancers. You know, strippers.__iss Maureen__ eyes widened, pencil-thin brows nearly reaching the salt and pepper curls falling onto her forehead.

I should stay to be sure she doesn't have a concussion. And that she doesn't need sex for it. Or just to be there in case she did . . .

I gotta go but... I miss you. That's all.""I miss you too", I say hugging my body tightly with the sleeves of his shirt.This... Is falling.

Regretfully, he remained an alluring mystery, with fascinating lines and details she could not help but seek to examine further and memorize.

It's time I stopped looking for men and time I start looking for me. Then I'll find the happiness I've always wanted.

His words were soft and broken against her lips, __lexis, I will not lie to you. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life but I will not take you like this. I will wait for you. I will wait as long as it takes. I want you to be ready, to be at peace with your decision. But for the love of God, you have got to stop looking at me like that, or my resolve will fail me.

Don__ be an asshole. Just because you have one, it doesn__ mean it__ okay to act like it.

Kyle, you are a mellow dude...You can__ be with an agitator. And that__ what she is. An agitator. She__ a Jackson Pollock and you__e a Thomas Kinkade.

God bless your soul, you're a horrible liar." Logan smiled as he leaned back on the door. "Answer me this Rachel?" he said placing his hands on his waist. "Why do you keep staring at me?

And his kisses.God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine.He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it.Though we__e shared plenty of kisses, this one is different. It__ like discovering a lake in the middle of a desert. Or waking up on Christmas morning to a glistening blanket of show. The equivalent of winning the lottery. And though it redefines the __heese_ in cheesiness, that__ what it feels like to have Logan back in my life, back in my arms, when I thought he was lost to me forever.Being with him means more than I can express. It__ everything. He__ everything. I start and end with him.

Hey!_ I wave my index finger in his face, __o shitting on pop music. Everyone needs some light, fun, sexy pop music. It__ summer, and that right there, is the perfect summer song. It__ hot._ __ou__e right, it is hot,_ he says, scanning my body with his eyes.