She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.

You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.

And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.

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.

And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.

If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.

Sometimes, love was not enough.

I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!

You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

Kisses should not leave you satisfied.

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

It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.