romance-novels

You__e playing with a blow torch, andit__ pointed at your head. Think about what you__e saying.

Hazard of the job. That's Ode de Anal Gland you smell.

I was expected to reach for those plump breasts by now, but I was still busy window-shopping, browsing through the scene of my life.

Then his lips caress mine. It__ only a brush, but the warmth overheats every part of me. Leaning back, my elbow bumps into the power button on the dryer and the old appliance starts moving. Spinning. Spinning like my head. Like my heart.

The problem isn't finding out where you are gonna go-its figuring out what you are gonna do once you get there that is! (Jamie Sullivan)

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

we should live like we smoke_ inhale the present and exhale the past.

It was scary to think of happily ever after. It was scary to think about trusting someone enough to give him your heart now, hoping he wouldn't break it later.

No man deserves a woman like that. He mortgages his very soul to win her and spends his life paying off the debt.

The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel__ silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from fa

The next time you're mad at me, talk to me,' he said. 'Don't shut me out. I don't like playing games. And by the way, I had a great time, too.

She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag, and right then and there, he fell in love."-Animal Magnetism

I don't want you to change, Bridgette. I'm not in love with who you could be, or who you used to be, or who the world says you should be. I'm in love with you. Right now. Just like this.

This thing between them, this bond__t wasn__ just passion,and it wasn__ wicked.It was love, and it was divine.

Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.

I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I__ give you . . . me.__e puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside me, pulling me into his arms against his chest so that we__e spooning.__t__ perfect. Like you.

And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and imagination. Well, it also took some degree of mental illness, too, but I was suddenly happy for her. And a little scared. Well, a lot scared.

My life has been like a battlefield, a war that could never be won unless I had her with me, and the day she died my battlefront stepped down and threw away their shields, allowing the gunshots to slip through the second her heart stopped beating. From that moment onwards I was left wounded, and for those seventeen years without her my wounds bled-wounds no stitch could ever repair.