romance-novels

To an onlooker, his face would be unreadable, but to me I know that look. His thoughts roll around his head like a frantic ball as he considers each excuse he'll give me. At this moment I wish I were the onlooker, a stranger, I know he can't quit for good, not yet. He's searching for the perfect sentence, the perfect touch to bid time until I'm safely sucked into his trap. When he reaches me, he doesn't ask for permission, he pulls me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me into his chest. He's willing me to forget__o forgive because somewhere deep down, he knows this time I won't.

Men are not puzzles that you need to figure out and understand hidden clues. They are simple creatures that are straightforward with what they want. Stop chasing after a man you're trying to understand, whose silence you're convincing yourself means more than it actually does.

Hope turns the wheels of tomorrow's good fortune." From the Ace of Cups in Tarot D'Amour

She needed this. For the comfort, for the love, for all the glorious things she did not deserve and yet could not stop herself from wanting.

Most women prefer lovemaking with romance, appreciation, respect, and caring with plenty of foreplay, satisfaction, and afterglow.

Find your reason and hold it tight.

Love is ease.

I don't understand these rules. Writing rules. Eating rules. Studying rules. Loving rules. Everything in life seems to be governed by rules. Is that the only way to keep a person grounded? Does it really instil self-restraint or is it just a fear tactic that's used so that no one can fly to the highest realms of glory?

You know the saying? Don't go in if you don't have a skin.

We never looked quite right on paper, but that's what made us so great. We were exactly what we wanted to be...and that was happy.

I knew that by this time tomorrow, I was going to be eternally grateful for falling down the stairs and knocking myself unconscious. Smartest dumbest thing I'd ever done.

I'll always be here, Cole. You have me. All of me. My body. My heart. It's all yours for the taking._ Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull his face to mine and let our heated breath mingle. __o take it.

What a trajedy to be a martyr for love, yet we worship the characters anyways because they remind us of how we struggled.

When I create characters for the world of others I realize how much I have yet to experience.

You stole my heart the day we met, and I've never asked for it back.

Just like a butterfly, I had sprung from my cocoon for the first time. For my risk, I was rewarded with Jacob Bennett." - Laylla Jonson (Beneath the Blossom Tree)

He was a professional athlete and coach, a Ferrari who lived his life in the fast lane. She was a girl-next-door kind of girl, closer to a golf cart than a sports car.

Kids, Roberts,_ she said, just to be clear. __ have fertile eggs in me, and I__ talking about havingbabies.__he waited for the eye twitch. Or hell, even a tiny twinge.Instead, with a smile, he pulled her in for a kiss.