THE MARK OF ATHENA BABY!!!!!!

I used to be Autumn Winters, daughter of an actress and an architect. I had been one of three living in this home, but now I was just Autumn Winters, and I was alone.

Sometimes, the only way to make your dreams come true is to shatter them.

So I’m not allowed to take responsibility for the whole world, but you are, huh?Kees felt the corners of his mouth twitch and his heart squeeze and then melt. …I am bigger, he growled.And she...

The second he slipped inside of me, all I’d doubted, questioned, or feared evaporated, leaving me with one single, definite truth–I’d fallen in love with him in an all-consuming blaze that would blind me if...

Escaping Reality One Erotic Romance Novel At a Time.

If she were here I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she’d beg me to let her breathe. I’d kiss her so hard she’d plead for...

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

I’ve found the best treasure… You.

Taking the safe road is good, but sometimes, you may miss what could be better. I’d rather love hard and get hurt then not really love at all.

I am no nihilist. I am not even a cynic. I am, actually, rather romantic. And here’s my idea of romance: You will soon be dead. Life will sometimes seem long and tough and, god,...

Lucy: I don’t understand men.Nettie: What is there to understand? If you feed ’em regular-like and give ’em a bit of ‘sugar’ now and then, they’re easy enough. And if they don’t behave, you just...

You’re wasted on the occasional bout of missionary sex with a disinterested man.

My words are the kisses but many of the times they don’t taste so good as the touch of your lips does to mine.

When you travel, be fully present in the place of voyage.

I was momentarily stunned by his odd announcement and told him as much. “Let’s just talk about the fact that you composed a sonnet to my vagina, shall we? You are sending off some major...

Marry me. You’ll learn to love me, I promise.

I’d skipped the crush kiddie pool and jumped right into the deep, shark-infested ocean of emotions. And, if you’ll forgive the dramatic metaphor, I was a lousy swimmer.

Romance is not the giving of flowers, or any other gift. It is a way of life, a way of being. Romance is every thought, gesture, and deed on your part to make another feel...

You’re going to have to take care of yourself,” Karrin said quietly. “Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor...

Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.

Let the love grow. Your mistake would be to rush it. Never allowing the seeds you’ve planted to grow, is all you’ll be doing. Everything takes time. Nothing blooms overnight. If you want that man...

An editorial in the Los Angeles Times [1923] wistfully asked, ‘Will eating chestnuts by crackling log fires become one of the lost arts preserved by a devoted people only in poetry and romance?

Sheer male interest filled his gaze which was entirely focused on her. She’d never before felt so female, so utterly desirable, so wanton.

How did you know it was love?” “It never really hurt this much before.

Open your heart and we will melt the key.

That’s the thing about love — it’s full of possibilities. It can lead you down so many different paths. Sure, for some of us, it can lead to sadness and regret. But, for others, well,...

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn’t enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again–emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn’t Poe be his?

Leaning forward he placed his lips over hers. She told herself he was breathing life into her, but the truth was he’d always been sucking it out, slowly, one breath at a time. – From...

We’re going balls to the walls, guys. Our sneak and peak just turned inti a hostage rescue.

He had an overwhelming urge to take possession of her lips, silencing any mention of another man’s name.

You never meet real people they are just wrapped in blankets of fakeness❤ ❤

Ah, damn it, lass,’he called after her. ‘I’ve busted my stitches wide open.”What?’she cried, hurrying back to him. ‘Let me see!”Ah-ha!’ He snared her around the waist, dragging her down with him to his lap.’You...

I’m a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.

You said she’s a senior? Babe we’re ALL crazy.

Love is God. God is love.

When I make love to you,’ he said in a low whisper right by my ear, ‘I want to be able to give you one hundred percent of my attention. Right now, with the Unit...

Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

The past isn’t always as beautiful as we paint it in our minds.

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

How different things might be if, rather than saying “I think I’m in love,” we were saying “I’ve connected with someone in a way that makes me think I’m on the way to knowing love.”...

You think I’d cheat on you?” I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster.”With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat.

The scent of him was subtle, beautifully fresh, and she couldn’t think clearly. No man had ever brought out these intense feelings in her. Chris Augustine was dangerous and she could get lost in his...

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

Cam held her closer. “Marry me, Amelia. You’re what I want. You’re my fate.” One hand slid to the back of her head, gripping the braids and ribbons to keep her mouth upturned. “Say yes.”...

Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.

All stories are love stories, and there are numerous kinds of love, from the love of a mother holding her child for the first time to the love of blood that drives a psychopath, so...

Yeah, let’s go to the hotel. Grab your purse and I’ll find your coat.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

I don’t know who he was,” Kavita flat-out states, “but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn’t he?”Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. “Did it ever...