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...

if you think I would leave you now. I’ll see you safe and well no matter what it takes.

I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of me, bent over…fuck, we’re going to invent new ways for me to have you. ~Vince

A radical love story is the only device that makes the time-chariot of a village, a city, a country, gallop faster. Such a love story pulls the wheels of that chariot from a murky, regressive...

Hey, you’re the one who can’t stand me being so close to you.

That’s a paradox I’ve noticed, too: The news business held little romance for me, yet writing about it somehow stirred my affections.

If beauty had religious and spiritual importance, there would have been your temples all around the world.

Can you get that through your head, right?’ she said through gritted teeth. ‘This was not some moony little teenage crush. This is a real live want to throw him on the floor and shag...

You need to wear less clothing, lass.

I know what you’re up to.””I doubt that.” Hayes leaned toward her, his hand looping around the back of McKenzie’s neck as he gently drew her to him. “Because if you could see what I...

Do you like my brother?” And there goes Dan’s confidence. He keeps his eyes resolutely on the field. “Uh… yes? I mean… I think everyone likes your brother, don’t they?” She leans over and gives...

A gentleman holds my hand.A man pulls my hair.A soulmate will do both.

Apparently having your girlfriend get shot in the head and Life Flighted away takes its toll on a guy. Imagine that? I told him it was no biggie, but he’s been kind of edgy about...

We’ve talked, and alot has been said ,but no words were uttered at all

Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, woudn’t you? Have my come all over your body.

It’s alright to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.

This is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.

…she had a new handbag to go with her new attitude.

The strength was always in you. All you had to do was find it.

I say the same thing about breasts.

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am...

I can’t think of anything in the world lovelier than you.

I loved the feeling of finally falling in love to someone who would love me back.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

an utter walkover with a man who can pen a pretty email

—… Ahora, vamos: dibuja un círculo, tan redondo como puedas. Tenía un mal presentimiento acerca de todo aquello. A pesar de ello, obedecí: así soy yo, siempre confiada y obediente. Ja.

Oh my God, you’re huge.” She struggled to get her hands to the ends of the long sleeves. The garment hung to her knees. She glanced up to see his lips pressed together, like he...

The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.

If I die, I want to die for something I believe in and take my word for it, there isn’t much out there. But you, Rachel, you’re worth dying for.” – Tristan Jacobs

Sarah turned around and there standing just a few feet from her was the legend himself, and he was far from disappointing.

I smiled sweetly at his embarressment, beginning to walk again, kicking up golden leaves. I heard him scuffling leaves behind me. “And what was the point of this again?” Forget it!” Sam said. “Do you...

That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You stand in a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of...

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. They pulled me amongst them, into space and memories.