Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.
It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.
How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him
Kisses should not leave you satisfied.
I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead
Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently
This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening
You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!
She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.
why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?
I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.
Sometimes, love was not enough.
If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.
And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.
Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa. A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.
It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.
And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.
I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.
Silent mantra practice helps me respond rather than react.