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Are we going to be stupid?” she whispered. “Define stupid.” “Anything that involves either one of us exposing our favorite body parts.” Or their hearts… “I want to hear about your favorite body part,” he said. “In great detail.

Are we star-crossed?" I asked quietly, a whisper. "Yes," he said. "But I would fight against the stars for you.

Are we like two stars in a constellation Seeming so close And making so much sense Yet in reality We are separated by lightyears And shall never meet? Except, perhaps In that sacred space Between dreams and reality Called hope.

Are ye always standing like a stallion?" His low chuckle brought another wave of gooseflesh across her skin. "Only when Ye're near.

Are you awake then, Lainna?” he shispered gently against her ear. “Aye, well, if I wasn’t already awake I soon would be with you pokin’ me with your diddler!

Are you in pain?' I asked, because I know that everything in the world that matters shows up as some kind of pain. Or pang. Joy included.

Are you sure this isn’t crazy?” “Oh, I’m sure it is crazy. But isn’t that our thing? Or have you gotten boring now?

Are you sure you have enough sweetener in that? I could offer to conscript the rest of the cubes from the galley for you.

Are you trying to seduce me or trick me?

Are you going to kiss me?" I blabbered stupidly. "I'm working up the nerve," he said softly.

Are you nervous about meeting them?" "No, not at all." "Have you ever met parents?" "No." "Oh. Well, good luck with that.

Are you scared? he murmured, mouth only a hairbreadth away from hers. A small laugh escaped her. "Not as scared as I should be.

Are you the same woman I brought here, Sasha? You're like a kid at Christmastime."--Monroe "You would be, too, if someone fulfilled your most secret fantasies."--Sasha

Are you trying to bait me or guilt me?" -Asher

Are you going to give her gonorrhea too, or was that gift just for me?

Are you kidding? Aren’t you worried I’ll become that hung up on you?” “I’m hoping you become that hung up on me.

Are you sure?" Aidan asked, "Gavriel's still a vampire." "He warned me about you and about them. He didn't have to. I'm not going to repay that by-" she hesitated, then frowned. "What did you call him?" "That's his name," Aidan sighed, "Gavriel. The other vampires, while they were tying me to the bed, they said his name." "Oh." With a final tug she pulled the blanked free and tossed it over to 'Gavriel

Arms still crossed, Lindsay's clogs tapped on the sidewalk. “So Sam didn’t tell you I was a desperate orphan child with no life outside of work? This isn’t some kind of intervention, some lame attempt to cheer me up?” He grinned.“Why would she do that?” “Because that’s how it sounded.” Nudging her shoulder, he grinning down at her. “You don’t look desperate, Dr. Lindsay, not by a long shot. “That’s because you don’t know me.” Lindsay bit her lower lip, arms still crossed, clogs still tap-tap-tapping. Her chest heaved. “My parent’s died in a car accident almost two years ago. It’s a difficult thing to get over. I’m still not exactly right. I guess she worries about me.” Ty sucked in his breath, thinking fast. “I’m really sorry about your parents, Linds.” As he put an arm around her shoulder, she broke into a self-conscious smile, and shook her head. “Spend any time with me at all and you’ll find that Sam’s right. I’m a desperate orphan child, completely paranoid and irrepressibly horny.” “Whoa!” She looked so cute, but vulnerable, too, against him. He closed the arm around her shoulder, squeezing her sideways to his chest. Embarrassed, she smiled as she elbowed his rib. Then she dropped her arms and stayed put, tucked close against him. It felt right, having her there.

Ari era el único lugar en el que quería estar. Ella era mi hogar.

A romance book is designed to tell you something about love–its ability to endure, forgive, go the extra mile, care about someone, put someone else first.

Ari's words felt like drops of sunlight upon my skin, and my frame was burning with longing.

Arthur might be a king, but he can’t make you come.

As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in the autumn, pushing off the almond, auburn, sugar-yellow and apple-red leaves into the creek, providing rafts for dragonflies. In winter, the snow upon the wood became an eerie deep, and the occasional gliding of an owl would be spotted from our bedroom. Then, to spend an afternoon walking in a snowy wood and find a scarlet red cardinal perched on a white limb, you would think God arranged that picture just for you.

As a Magnolia, you are always onstage.

As a rule of thumb, it was always safer if the Commander-in-Chief formulated a risky plan.

As animals are unable to form any sentences at all, then how are they able to compose any thoughts in their heads?

As a rule of thumb, I'd say one cliché per [Romance]--and then be damn sure you can make it work. But if you're going to try to write the virginal amnesiac twin disguised as a boy mistaken for the mother (or father depending how well the disguise works) of a secret baby, honey, you better have some serious skills. Or seek therapy.

A savage beast requires sweetness. Someone to hold. Someone to subdue. Someone to fuck to pieces.
The desire for that deep connection took over, and I stopped focusing on every distraction. Only she mattered. My one and only...

As a women's sensuality catalyst, my mission is to support women in reaching their highest level of self worth, that is in terms of self love, romance and lifestyle.

As a writer, I am not opposed to killing off villains. That's not the kind of later biting in the ass I prefer for my protagonist.

A sensitive woman is the greatest gift to a passionate man.

A sensitivity is a true beauty of a woman

A sensitive person must find a sensitive life partner otherwise a raw life partner would become a puzzle for his/her entire life

As for Headmistress Crouch, I pegged her as the type who wouldn't have a mate, either because of her exacting standards, or because she ate him for dinner.

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

As he plods behind Cameron and Summer, he can’t help but stare at Summer’s exposed, glistening skin. His thoughts aren’t depraved or even mildly in the splasher. In fact, he focuses on the marks of cruelty crisscrossing her back, stomach, and shoulders. He trudges along, drenched, feet swollen, constantly searching for even a hint of a breeze, all while being forced to stare at the alarming network of burns traversing Summer’s delicate skin. This latticework of hate reveals a brutal truth—one he can scarcely comprehend. Yes, he’s glimpsed and felt her scars before, but this is the first time he’s really, truly seen the severity and extent of her life as a slave. With each step, he must digest the monstrosities of her past, leaving him utterly devastated.

As he stood up and gathered his attaché case and notebook, I reminded him that it had already been three weeks -- and counting.

A sharp and familiar pang pierced his heart, rattled around his ribs, and then settled in his stomach like a rotting, dead weight. He took a swig of his Jack on the rocks, the burn not quite dulling the ache that had haunted him for two decades. God, he missed Anna. Enforcer's Redemption

As he left, he saw the streets were just as deserted and quiet as before, but now he knew it was an illusion. There were ninjas, darker than a starless night, watching their territory and his every move from the rooftops high above.

As he looked into her eyes, his heart recognized her importance. His sudden intake of breath made her demeanor change quickly, and her smile turned predatory and wild. It was clear she intended to toy with him and he sensed that with her, he'd be playing with fire.

As he searched my eyes, I searched his. I could see the sincerity there, lying underneath insecurity and hope. I’d made him doubt when I pushed him away. Now he was putting everything on the line, hoping for a chance at what he wanted. I could kick myself for causing him pain. The thought of the time wasted between us. The dam finally broke as the one thing that I hadn’t dared to hope for was just made true—someone loved me.

as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, looking into my eyes like I truly was the light of his life—like I was his moon and stars, and even the earth—I only felt one thing. The raw, twisted love we once shared.

Ashlei was free to spout off how much she loved her savior because Jesus was not about to rear back and tell her He did not quite feel the same way, that He had died for the sins of the world just because it was fun and did not want things to be too serious. He was only thirty-three, after all, and might want to martyr himself for other people.

[A]s if enjoying a last, drawn-out supper, he sips on Alexandria's shadows.

As if I were the funniest, weirdest girl in the world - that's how he used to look at me.

Aside the narrow path leading from the house entrance door to the wicket, the perennials like variegated carnations and creamy color spots of pyrethrum made a curvy line looking like a kind of flowery brook falling into the odorous ocean of phloxes at the gate.

Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I'm unbending.

As I lay there watching Robin sleep beside me, I realized that she was right all along. I didn’t need to live in a castle — a shack in the woods with her would do just fine. And for that matter, I didn’t need to be prince of the ocean either, because with her by my side… I was king of the pond.

Así que lo que hizo fue convertirse por dentro en un Increíble Hulk.

As I stared into those crystalline eyes, I knew I had finally found what I was looking for, but it came with a price. Damien was everything I hated and it wasn't until that moment that I realized how lost I really was. My soul was drawn to his very aura, but the ache within my heart was the undeniable reminder that it could never be a reality. My pride and stubbornness had forever wrecked what Damien and I could have had. I was but a galaxy within a black hole, something so majestic and extraordinary, and it was irrevocably lost to me.