romance-novels

This isn't my excuse, this is my reality.

Readers understand that the books celebrate female power. In the romance novel, the woman always wins. With courage, intelligence and gentleness she brings the most dangerous creature on the earth, the human male, to his knees.

To be loved, is to be immortal.

She was wrapped in my jacket, almost swallowed by it. You never realize how small a woman is until she wears your clothes.

Forgiving doesn__ mean forgetting. Forgiveness is you not letting your hate and anger rule your life. Because it will, whether you realize it or not. When you free the offender, you__e freeing yourself. Your forgiveness or lack of forgiveness has no effect on them. It__ your journey. It__ your struggle.

Such is the force of love at first sight. Your sense go dormant for a while, and all that remains active is a rushing organ in the chest---assuming charge of your entire being.

He tried to resist but he couldn't. His body strained, stretched then loosened, as he experienced his first orgasm. The boy had attained puberty! And there he stood... blessed!

They were inlove, but they hadn't been lovers; they were friends and yet also strangers for so many years

He swims easily to the side of the boat and pulls himself up on the ladder, water droplets clinging to his chest and abs. Still hanging on to the rope, he brings himself effortlessly over the side of the railing and onto the deck. His khaki shorts are completely soaked through, and they hang low and loosely on his hips. I have to force myself, consciously, not to ogle him.

Payton __in_ Sinclair was an unapologetic people-watcher. As a sports consultant, working with some of the biggest and most recognizable athletes in sports and business, he had to be able to read the smallest nuances of others. That ability was just one of the unique attributes that set him apart from the competition and made him the go-to person when corporations wanted to align themselves with the top professional athletes in the country.

Dammit, I__e missed her lips, her taste, her smell, her touch. I__ dizzy. I__ lost. I__ never coming up for air again. Everything I need to survive is in my arms right now, and I__ never letting go. Ever. __atie,__ breathe, and she shudders.

You see certain people and get the intuition that they are related to you in a way unspecified, important to you for the reasons unidentified. You bet I had received my turn of hunch!

Yeah,_ Joseph said. He rubbed his face over the back of Gage__ neck. __ want to smell the sweat on your skin and breathe in the scent of exhaust in your hair. I love the way you smell, Gage. My sexy, dirty bad boy.

Something inside him shifted and came to rest, as if it had found its proper place. It was like one of his sister__ wooden tumbling puzzles, like the satisfying click it made when all its many turning pieces were perfectly aligned.

Grandpa stopped and looked at me. I paused, too, knowing this meant he had something important to say. His body was frail, but when he stood with his chin up like that, staring into my eyes, I had no choice but to respond with complete honesty. He could level me with that look. I was like a vulnerable child every time he did it.

I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.

Something about her reached me on a deeper level than I had ever experienced and it was frightening. It was exciting. It was dangerous.

Don__ you worry, darlin_,_ he says, his intensely blue eyes full of mischief. __ like surprises