|
7c9d449
|
He had emptied the bright goblet of romance; at a single gulp he had emptied it. The glass of it lay scattered on the floor.
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|
romance
|
Mervyn Peake |
|
347369b
|
The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.
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|
latin-american
romance
|
Laura Esquivel |
|
eb4eb63
|
Besides, it was a well-known maxim that maniacs must be humoured.
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|
maniac
romance
|
Georgette Heyer |
|
69ab86f
|
"You know how comfortably you go on as a bachelor, and how very much you would dislike to be tied to a wife's apron-strings." He laughed a little ruefully, but denied it. "I shouldn't dislike being tied to your apron-strings."
|
|
heyer
love
proposal
rejection
romance
|
Georgette heyer |
|
dbfe81f
|
"Did you know, ma'am, that our mutual friend can say "kiss my arse" in six languages?"
|
|
romance
|
Liz Carlyle |
|
24b5590
|
"I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure you would like me in real life. I'm a lot different there, you know. I don't even look the same." " I don't care if you look like a troll with warts," Sir Leo declared, taking her hand in his. "I love you."
|
|
chad
cute
cute-things-guys-say
fields-of-fantasy
gamer-girl
i-love-you
love
maddy
mari-mancusi
romance
sir-leo
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
b71b988
|
"A million possible endearments ran through his head. But he said, "Help."
|
|
funny
humour
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
|
dcacfa8
|
Matt is a tortured soul,' Amanda insisted. 'He's Heathcliff and you're Cathy. He's Rochester and you're Jane Eyre. He's-' 'Darcy and I'm Elizabeth. I get it. And you're wrong.
|
|
reference
romance
romance-novels
victorian
|
Robin Brande |
|
7e30520
|
"What have you done with Hetty?" he demanded. "Listened to her incessant prattle, complaints, tears, demands, artless conversation and recriminations for more than twenty-four hours. You will be pleased to know I didn't touch her--if I had I would have throttled her. Take her away, if you please. I'd rather spend the rest of my life a pauper than have to spend even another day with the divine Miss Chippie." --
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|
romance
|
Anne Stuart |
|
45e7f97
|
Even though we'd never met, imagining being dumped by Gene made me want to die. What was the point of going out with someone? What was the point of falling in love? The whole thing was enough to make me wish I'd been born in one of those countries where they still have arranged marriages. I mean, okay, yes, it would certainly suck not being allowed to drive or vote and having to ask a man's permission to leave the house. But at least you wouldn't have to worry about being dumped.
|
|
humor
romance
|
Melissa Kantor |
|
dc8e4ba
|
"At this moment, I am obscenely happy. Please don't screw this up or dump me or cheat on me or divorce me." "All right," he said."
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|
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
|
2f95903
|
"Mr. Herriton, don't - please, Mr. Herriton - a dentist. His father's a dentist." Philip gave a cry of personal disgust and pain. He shuddered all over, and edged away from his companion. A dentist! A dentist at Monteriano. A dentist in fairyland! False teeth and laughing gas and the tilting chair at a place which knew the Etruscan League, and the Pax Romana, and Alaric himself, and the Countess Matilda, and the Middle Ages, all fighting and holiness, and the Renaissance, all fighting and beauty! He thought of Lilia no longer. He was anxious for himself: he feared that Romance might die."
|
|
disgust
italy
romance
|
E.M. Forster |
|
e1da86b
|
"Cooper's been married in his head for a while now." "That's... kinda sweet."
|
|
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
|
691b05b
|
"You don't have to say a thing except yes. You don't have to do anything, either, I'm quite willing to plan it all." "You?" "Yes me." "You'd plan all of it? Even the wedding?" "Why not?" "You don't even like to plan your own breakfast." He grinned. "You mean more to me tban bacon." "More than [i]bacon?[/i] I'm honored." "You should be, my foolish pea brain."
|
|
historical-romance
humor
hurst-amulet
karen-hawkins
romance
|
Karen Hawkins |
|
ab558a7
|
"I have carried that ring every moment of the last twelve years. I bought it the day after I first saw you at the ball. The ruby reminded me of the rose gleaming in your black hair." ~Lord Malcom Ashford"
|
|
romance
sir
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
4e8cf16
|
Steele had found that once one had a glimpse of what life could be like when it was good, he couldn't go back to dark, ugly days and nights. He existed before Breezy. [...] He hadn't been alive. Breezy had changed all that.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
495ca99
|
Control is an illusion, Steele. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn't matter who appears to have it. We really only can control ourselves. We have choices. You were my choice.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
fe7a981
|
She was nothing. She'd thought he was her world, and all the while, he'd been plotting to take down her family's club. She'd loved him. He'd used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream, every hope she'd ever had.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
61539ca
|
He'd been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He'd said things to drive her away--and she'd gone. She'd managed to take pieces of him with her. She'd stolen those pieces from him, and he'd known when she'd left, he wasn't going to get them back.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3e79122
|
He'd been angry. He'd been afraid for her. He'd been shocked that just by being with her, he'd become everything he most despised in the world-- a predator.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
b99c8c2
|
It won't work that way. You know me, Bree. You 'know' me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don't back away from a fight and I win.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8e1a380
|
Steele knew Breezy wasn't going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He 'had' to win her over for his own self-preservation.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
dd1020d
|
She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink
|
Christine Feehan |
|
cd5ab46
|
There was always a trail, skin cells, a scent, thermal imaging, parts left behind that the riders called prints. Sometimes those proved helpful when tracking an individual, especially if they were fresh.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1b3dffa
|
She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
eeea79c
|
His smile was warm, impossible to ignore, and did something to her insides, making her feel happy. Happiness wasn't something she was used to feeling and it shocked her a little.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
264fd05
|
I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I'm inside your mind. I see who you are. I've decided it isn't about loving everything about you. It's simply about loving you.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6180552
|
"We're celebrating tonight," Ricco said, raising his glass. "To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e02ba46
|
Already he knew she was the one he wanted, and it had nothing to do with their shadows coming together.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
9c53904
|
He didn't want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
25aef7d
|
He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
f4ba11d
|
I don't mind you in my head. I refuse to be embarrassed for thinking the truth. You have to know how good-looking you are. Fortunately for you, you seem to have brains and humor to go with your looks.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
b0fe570
|
He was either right or wrong. Worrying didn't make it any better. She let herself drift off with the scent of him in her lungs, with the knowledge that she was loved in her head and heart.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e844e4b
|
You know me, gattina, you're just conditioned to think you can't trust anyone. He did that to you. Don't let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
bb81515
|
Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.
|
|
bunnies
bunny
bunny-army
bunny-queen
chasing-impossible
cute
katie-mcgarry
pushing-the-limits
rabbit
rabbits
romance
ya
ya-romance
young-adult
young-adult-romance
|
Katie McGarry |
|
08839a7
|
"I turn my head a little. The radio's caroling "Tonight," velvety smooth and young and filled with plaintive desire. Maria's song from West Side Story. I remember one beautiful night long ago at the Winter Garden, with a beautiful someone beside me. I tilt my nose and breathe in, and I can still smell her perfume, the ghost of her perfume from long ago. But where is she now, where did she go, and what did I do with her? Our paths ran along so close together they were almost like one, the one they were eventually going to be. Thin fear came along, fear entered into it somehow, and split them wide apart. Fear bred anxiety to justify. Anxiety to justify bred anger. The phone calls that wouldn't be answered, the door rings that wouldn't be opened. Anger bred sudden calamity. Now there aren't two paths anymore; there's only one, only mine. Running downhill into the ground, running downhill into its doom. ("New York Blues")"
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|
relationships
romance
|
Cornell Woolrich |
|
ab8b489
|
Simon gave her a startled look. 'I don't believe I have ever been condescended to by a woman before.' She shrugged. 'It was probably past time.
|
|
funny
romance
romance-book-quotes
|
Julia Quinn |
|
6960f09
|
"You're a good date," he said. "You thought of it as a date?" He nodded. "From the beginning."
|
|
romance
romantic
|
Robyn Carr |
|
56f735a
|
"You dance?" "I think that might be overly optimistic," he said. "I do something. I'll try not to hurt you."
|
|
funny
humour
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
|
fedd5e1
|
Sarah, I'm going to take care of you whether you like it or not.
|
|
romance
romantic
women-s-fiction
|
Robyn Carr |
|
62af0b0
|
"I think it's your bosoms." Rand Surveyed him critically. "The dress wouldn't be as tight if they weren;t so large. I think your bosoms are too big." Alexei looked down at his overstuffed chest. "Can bosoms ever be too big?" Not real bosoms perhaps, but I think in your case..." Rand considered him thoughtfully. "No question about it: they're definately too big" Are you sure?" Alexei studied his reflection. "I thought they were just the right size for a man of my height."
|
|
humor
romance
victoria-alexander
|
Victoria Alexander |
|
cf86c36
|
Kalbim icimde konusurken ben susmayi beceremem.
|
|
romance
russian-literature
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
|
d3d0b4e
|
Someone speak to me. Call out to me and take me out. Please, please, I'm begging you, say something kind to me. Tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm sweet. Invite me out for coffee, or more... Tell me that you want to spend the day with me and me alone.
|
|
loneliness
love
romance
|
Natsuo Kirino |
|
4b55714
|
Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer. He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. His one terror was to do anything which might efface the sound and impression of her words; his one thought, that he should never again feel quite alone.
|
|
lonelinessiness
love
romance
superficiality
|
Edith Wharton |
|
389e3cd
|
I believe that in matters of the heart there is no such thing as compromise. Love means that you give each other everything.
|
|
love
romance
romantic-love
trust
|
Milan Kundera |
|
5944ad4
|
Can you blame me, my dear, for looking on this attachment as a romantic folly inspired by that cursed Shakespeare who will poke his nose where he is not wanted?
|
|
literature
romance
shakespeare
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
|
3baec90
|
"I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left." "Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve" She sighted, touched his cheek. "We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool."
|
|
humor
romance
|
J.D. Robb |
|
31bad47
|
Edward shot a glare at Davis that held the promise of dismemberment, mayhem, and the apocalypse.
|
|
romance
|
Elizabeth Hoyt |
|
e6a112a
|
Debbie wondered if it was true that there was only one person in the world for every person, and if she had already met him, and she either had to find a way to be around him again someday or always be alone. Romance-wise. She didn't quite believe this. What seemed more likely was that there were at least five or six people scattered around the globe who you could bump into and, wham, it would be the right thing.
|
|
romance
|
Lynne Rae Perkins |
|
12ceecf
|
The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he'd never felt more alive.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
432a33f
|
They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
00e3378
|
I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
baefdcd
|
His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He'd never been so acutely focused on another human being.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
21e7346
|
He was such a mixture, tough as nails and lethal, but with her, unfailingly a gentleman, tender and sweet, looking out for her so carefully.
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
74d8551
|
He radiated calm, his energy peaceful, surrounding her in a cocoon of tranquility. He made her feel safe, wrapped up in their world together, even though she knew neither of them was.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
cfaa5ec
|
He could do that. Make her forget, even if it was just for a few seconds. She couldn't stop the slow nod of assent. Relief swept through her and she put her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She didn't have to think anymore.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
a91131e
|
It had been hard to tell him. Very hard. She'd learned not to trust anyone, but more importantly, she knew not to get close to anyone.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
84f1c51
|
She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn't trying that much.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3a30465
|
"Whitney may be a complete madman and an absolute fucking wreck of a human being, but he gave me you," Draden said. "I'd still put a bullet in his head, but I'd thank him first."
|
|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
190e72d
|
"He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't what he wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed." "
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
f09b6a1
|
"Justice is served, " he said softly, and stepped into a long shadow."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
9b48015
|
Once he was set on a task, once he made up his mind, he was relentless.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
bdf4f50
|
She could be soft and sensitive. He'd provide the armor for her.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
26fdc76
|
"Are you certain she's the one?" Emme whispered. "Do you just know it, Vittorio?" In your soul, where you live, do you just know?"
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
10d0af9
|
He'd loved that she'd fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn't wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0a2ada8
|
"Daydreaming had spun in her head a book-length "soon-to-be" affair with Percy. He would call her when she returned home, ask her out, pick her up in a Porsche, take her to an expensive restaurant and order lobster, then to the theater, kissing her passionately in his leather upholstered seats afterwards, promising that he would see her the following day, and the day after that. She was still working on the castle-in-the-sky and the happily-ever-after chapters. It was incredible the material an innocent, half-hour conversation could generate."
|
|
love
romance
|
Christopher Pike |
|
7ee90fe
|
He might've only been seventeen, but he knew he wanted Jenna in his life as long as he lived.
|
|
inspirational
love
romance
|
Karen Kingsbury |
|
b20f2b1
|
"I have a request to make,my lord." He held her gaze; she could see him trying to decide what she might ask, but eventually he surrendered."And that is?" "Take me to your bed."
|
|
emotional
feelings
heart
lord
love
romance
strong-will
surrender
|
Stephanie Laurens |
|
2c6218b
|
One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?
|
|
lovers
romance
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
8c572e4
|
"I'm not too heavy?" she asked. He had just come off crutches, after all. Sophie, you're practically a midget," he reminded her."
|
|
piggyback
romance
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
03f7559
|
Olia a yerbas y tenia la piel fria. Supo que amarla era su destino inexorable.
|
|
romance
|
Isabel Allende |
|
287bdea
|
"Stop tormenting Derian." "Me?" Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence. "Yes, you." "And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?" Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display "I'm not tormenting him; why would you say that?" "You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him." Edgar stopped to fix the captain's collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck. "I intend to marry him." Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain's collar, repositioning it as it had been. "Oh please," Edgar groaned. "You've had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down." Edgar elevated the captain's elbow--adjusting him like a mannequin--leaving it in an awkward position. "The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn't have been more swift or more adamant." Eena returned the captain's elbow to his side as she retorted, "I'm only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I ready, Derian be my husband." Edgar took hold of the captain's outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. "He will not." "He will so!" Eena raised the arm back to where it had been and warned her rival, "Don't touch him again, Edgarmetheus!" "Fine, fine," the immortal ceded. Then with a smug grin he added, "If this had been Ian, you would never have let me touch him in the first place."
|
|
edgarmetheus
eena
fantasy
ian
richelle
richelle-e-goodrich
richelle-goodrich
romance
scifi
the-harrowbethian-saga
|
Richelle E. Goodrich |
|
5513350
|
London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract. She has never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance.
|
|
colors
description
e-m-forster
howards-end
london
nightfall
romance
|
E.M. Forster |
|
98756c2
|
I know girls aren't supposed to tell, but I've got to tell--just in case you should fail to love me because you never knew how much I loved you. I want not to have to say later--I wish I'd told him.
|
|
declaration-of-love
gender-roles
henry-and-cato
if-only
iris-murdoch
love
romance
romantic-love
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
aff24b1
|
Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
|
|
gazing
holding-hands
iris-murdoch
irrevocable
love
romance
romantic
the-black-prince
touch
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
35297b5
|
You are not by any manner of means the sort of woman I am in search of as a wife, and I am in a totally different universe from the husband you hope to find. But I feel a powerful urge to kiss you, for all that.
|
|
love
marriage
passion
regency-romance
romance
|
Mary Balogh |
|
205e763
|
Real scratching is superior to masturbation, in my opinion.
|
|
masturbation
romance
scratching
|
Samuel Beckett |
|
78fa727
|
Then I'll have more fun searching in vain then marrying one of the wrong sort.
|
|
happiness
inspirational
life-philosophy
marriage
minset
romance
|
Erle Stanley Gardner |
|
01dccdf
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In the Mars-and-Venus-gendered universe, men want power and women want emotional attachment and connection. On this planet nobody really has the opportunity to know love since it is power and not love that is the order of the day. The privilege of power is at the heart of patriarchal thinking. Girls and boys, men and women who have been taught this way almost always believe love is not important, or if it is, it is never as important as being powerful, dominant, in control, on top-being right. Women who give seemingly selfless adoration and care to the men in their lives appear to be obsessed with 'love,' but in actuality their actions are often a covert way to hold power. Like their male counterparts, they enter relationships speaking the words of love even as their actions indicate that maintaining power and control is their primary agenda.
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affection
bell-hooks
control
feminism
feminist
gender
love
love-quotes
manipulation
mars
men-are-from-mars
power
romance
venus
women-are-from-venus
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bell hooks |
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a5069e1
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It wasn't about a women's weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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30610e7
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His mouth came down on hers and then he was just possessing her. Taking her over. Leaving her with nothing of herself because she burned up in the fire he generated.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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51e6caa
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He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn't in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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49663dd
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She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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540882b
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She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She'd memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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d1027ae
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Steele could be so completely still, it felt like he could disappear. His energy would get so low that you could forget he was in your space. He never missed anything when he was like that. He took in the smallest detail.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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eab780f
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He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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f4ab446
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Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn't laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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150dcf8
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You aren't alone. You aren't one anymore. It's the two of us. Together. We do this together. That was the plan. That was your promise and I count on you.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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087eec6
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It wasn't like he could name one single thing about them that made them stand out in his mind. They just gave off a dangerous vibe. Being with them really did feel as if he were inside a tiger's cage, surrounded by the big cats.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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806f2c5
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His entire life, he hadn't cared if he'd upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He'd found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could--she had.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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04962a1
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We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It's just my turn.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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221372d
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I'm not trying to push you away. I'm trying to save your life. I want you to live. You're extraordinary. The world needs you.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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308d388
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She had captured his heart and he didn't ever want it back.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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9fde55f
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"Poetry in motion," she murmured under her breath. She'd heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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9a5ffb1
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You need to accept my apology and then let it go. That's the way we're going to do things when we're together. I'm going to fuck up and apologize a lot. You're going to forgive me and let it go.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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ce9cb98
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She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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9a9a555
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"She cleared her throat. "I dont like that sort of thing." [...] "What sort of thing?" His gaze dropped to her mouth. Held there. [...] "The F-word sort of thing. She blurted it out, saying the first thing that came into her mind without thinking. His eyebrow shot up. She hadn't thought that anyone could do that. Shoot up one eyebrow. It was incredibly hot-at least on him. "The F-word?" He repeated. " Dolce core, you can't even say fuck, for fuck's sake."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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1b7f235
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She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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08ba825
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"The rest of my life isn't that long, so I don't know how big a compliment it is. One day? Two?" She rubbed her chin along his chest. "Stay humble, my man."
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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1e64009
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Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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56e875c
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It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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a815ae1
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If I'm going to die a really ugly death, it's nice to like the person you're going to share that with.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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fdef413
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[...]watching his white teeth flash at her and the lines in his face soften so that he almost looked boyish. That smile was reserved for her alone and it was full-blown, wide, bright and heart-stopping in its joy.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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4b9d6cc
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Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused - almost too focused. They didn't blink, and it felt like death looking at him.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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c7d3b50
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The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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9352e81
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The enhancements made them predators any way you looked at it. Hunters. They were good at their jobs. They looked like soldiers. Doctors. Officers. But they were much more than that and anyone in close confines with them felt the difference sooner rather than later.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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9c11b99
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"You're a miracle, woman." Draden meant it."
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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71c0e51
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Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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0868b25
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I'm letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You're definitely the kind of man I want.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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e8b2e98
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I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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b595b0d
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"When critics surrender to the prevailing orthodoxy, the author says they adopt the rhetoric of an occupied country, "one that expects no liberation from liberation."
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bias
conformity
conventional-wisdom
perspective
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Harold Bloom |
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d7cdf27
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For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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c1284ba
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She hadn't expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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3f00639
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He held her, his arms tight around her, trying to tell her without words, that no matter what, he would be there for her
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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741bdc8
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"A fresh dream-fresh happiness! A fresh rush of delicate, voluptuous poison! What is real life to him ! To his corrupted eyes we live, you and I, Nastenka, so torpidly, slowly, insipidly; in his eyes we are all so dissatisfied with our fate, so exhausted by our life"! And, truly, see how at first sight everything is cold, morose, as though ill-humoured among us. . . . Poor things! thinks our dreamer. And it is no wonder that he thinks it! Look at these magic phantasms, which so enchantingly, so whimsically, so carelessly and freely group before him in such a magic, animated picture, in which the most prominent figure in the foreground is of course himself, our dreamer, in his precious person."
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dreams
reality
romance
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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eb0b714
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"Helen's secretary's phone was ringing off the hook as Clavier and I passed through the antechamber and into the hallway. Once we were outside, I rounded on him. "I'm not going to apologize. What you did to me was unconscionable, and now that Alexa is sick--" The urge to strike out at him welled up in me like a flash fire, and I braced my hand against the wall so as not to give in to the impulse. "I want access to everything. And your full cooperation. I am going to make this right, damn it, whatever it takes." He stared at me coldly. "Save your self-righteous invectives for someone who will be moved by them." I took a menacing step forward, despite my determination to remain poised. "Hoping for a repeat performance? You must get off on asphyxiation." At the spark of anger in his eyes, I laughed. "The first thing that's going to happen is that I am going to talk to Sebastian. And you are going to call whoever you need to call to make that happen. Right now." Without waiting for a response, I turned sharply and headed for the stairwell."
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adventure
paranormal-fiction
romance
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Nell Stark |
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2abba58
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It's far easier to shut yourself off from people than to love them. If you keep your heart surrounded by strong walls, no one can get close enough to you to break it.
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romance
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Julia Quinn |
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4596bba
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All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face...
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frustration
love
romance
self-pity
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Raymond E. Feist |
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991a4ee
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They needed each other. Two lost souls, he thought, taking a moment to walk to the tall windows that looked out on part of the world he'd built for himself out of will, desire, sweat, and dubiously accumulated funds. Two lost souls whose miserable beginnings had forged them into what appeared to be polar opposites. Love had narrowed the distance, then had all but eradicated it. She'd saved him. The night his life had hung in her furious and unbreakable grip. She'd saved him, he mused, the first moment he'd locked eyes with her. As impossible as it should have been, she was his answer. He was hers. He had a need to give her things. The tangible things wealth could command. Though he knew the gifts most often puzzled and flustered her. Maybe because they did, he corrected with a grin. But underlying that overt giving was the fierce foundation to give her comfort, security, trust, love. All the things they'd both lived without most of their lives. He wondered that a woman who was so skilled in observation, in studying the human condition, couldn't see that what he felt for her was often as baffling and as frightening to him as it was to her. Nothing had been the same for him since she'd walked into his life wearing an ugly suit and cool-eyed suspicion. He thanked God for it. Feeling sentimental, he realized. He supposed it was the Irish that popped out of him at unexpected moments.
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roarke
romance
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J.D. Robb |
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619b6dd
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He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
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beauty
face
female
feminine
love
nudity
romance
romantic
sex
sexy
sweet
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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2229a88
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He'd never been shy, but he'd always been a little uncertain around girls. He just couldn't believe they liked him.
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funny
humour
romance
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Robyn Carr |
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9aecf6b
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"Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies." -Nelson Mandela (Pg. 80 of The Homecoming)"
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nelson-mandela
romance
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Robyn Carr |
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bae8100
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Bad enough that getting turned on when he had nothing more than a bath towel to hide it would make the condition kind of hard to miss, but getting turned on in front of his ex-fiancee was akin to smearing honey on his junk and walking into grizzly territory.
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humor
jock
romance
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Heidi Betts |
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bc48916
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"I'll always be your friend," he said. "Your best friend, if you let me. But I want to be your lover, too." He groaned and shifted in his chair. "Soon. I want to be that soon." Then a look came over him. "Oh Gina...I didn't even court you! God, I should date you first before I beg you to take off your clothes!"
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funny
humour
romance
romantic
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Robyn Carr |
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3297807
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That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.
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romance
the-princess-bride
westley
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William Goldman |
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0eaa278
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Isn't he cute? That he thinks he has a sense of humour?
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funny
humour
romance
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Robyn Carr |
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b626f2c
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"Does still run fiction?" "I have absolutely no idea, Melinda," he said, grinning."
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funny
humour
romance
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Robyn Carr |
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e3c8310
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"Everton" (Francis) Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly. The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?" You're still wearing your faux ruby ring."
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masquerade
romance
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Suzanne Enoch |
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3a5bc6b
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"Makin, my friend, I thought you were just seeing her safely home." "I was." "What happened?" "I couldn't let her go."
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romance
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Jane Porter |
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e107e02
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"If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days," he said, his voice slow and deep and intent. "I would use my mouth on you, until no part of your skin went untouched, and I would make you come, over and over again until you could stand no more, and then I'd let you sleep in my arms until you were rested and then I would start all over again. I would kiss your wounds, I would drink your tears, I could make love to you in ways that haven't even been invented yet. I would make love to you in fields of flowers and under starry skies, where there is no death or pain or sorrow. I would show you things you haven't even dreamed of, and there would be no one in the world but you and me, between your legs, in your mouth, everywhere." She stared at him, eyes wide. "Breathe," he said softly, with a self-deprecating smile, and she realized she'd been holding her breath."
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love
romance
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Anne Stuart |
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f0d7aba
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And she lowered her eyes at the gentle reproach, for she had learned her lesson, even if there would be occasional, but only very occasional, relapses; for none of us is perfect, except, of course, the ones we love, the things of home, our much appreciated dogs and cats, our favourites of one sort or another.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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e17b695
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"Tell me I'm who you want." So I know there are no mistakes. Her nose slides against mine as she slowly nods. "I don't want anyone else." God help us both for her allowing the devil permission."
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romance
young-adult-contemporary
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Katie McGarry |
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bbc9510
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"I've hated Snowflake for so long," she says. "But then I met you. And you're the person entire town has trashed, a person belonging to the group I've been raised to believe is evil, and you're the only person who is able to make me feel as if every part of me is beautiful." She is beautiful. Inside and out. My fingers tunnel into her hair again, but this time, I gently knot them in. My heart beats hard, and I open my mouth, hoping that doing so will force the right words. That I can explain being near her makes everything that's impossible about me seem possible. But the words become lodged in my throat and silence paralyzes my tongue. Breanna blinks and the hope that had been on her face disappears as she misreads my hesitation. Her hold on me loosens and she ducks her head. "Don't listen to me. I say too much around you. I was being stupid I..." More words meant to wipe away her admission spill from her mouth, but I'm not listening. My grip on her hair tightens, I lower my lips to hers and I kiss Breanna Miller."
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being-in-love
breanna-and-razor
inner-beauty
katie-mcgarry
kissing
romance
romantic-connection
thunder-road
young-adult
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Katie McGarry |
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ef83c99
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Hearsay, even from the people I love, doesn't equate to gospel truth.
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gospel-truth
hearsay
katie-mcgarry
pushing-the-limits
romance
rumor
rumors
truth
young-adult
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Katie McGarry |
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623fce4
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"My stubborn little witch," he said softly. "Don't believe for a clockwork minute that you are unlovable. If I were a mortal, a man not doomed to walk the earth as a haunted specter, I would be the first suitor in line. Please believe that." She hiccupped. "You... you'd want to court me?" Jack laughed. "Court you? I'd follow you around like Finney and stare at you all moony-eyed. I'd spend my days fending off your other would-be suitors, my evenings charming Flossie, and my nights stealing kisses at your window." --
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halloween
mad-scientist
paranormal
pumpkins
romance
vampires
witches
ya
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Colleen Houck |
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e738c8b
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I was thinking that Rembrandt would have like to paint you.
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romance
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Irving Stone |
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c95749f
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My best friend has warned me to stay away. Violet, a girl raised by the Terror, has warned me to stay away, but even after digesting her advice, knowing the rumors and experiencing what I have, I can't leave. The bandage on Razor's arm and the cuts and bruises along his side testify to how dangerous his life is, but with one long look into those beautiful eyes , I know that I'm a lost cause to logic. I've already fallen in love.
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falling-in-love
first-love
katie-mcgarry
love
romance
young-adult
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Katie McGarry |
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e49c8a4
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Why did everyone like that story so much when it wasn't true? Why was everyone so eager to believe it? Was it because, in real life, ever after's generally stink?
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fairytale
fantasy
façades
happy-ever-after
love
made-up
reality
romance
truth
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Margaret Peterson Haddix |
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8cd0322
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she allowed herself to dwell on the cause of this strange, apprehensive exultation that she sensed flickering at the edge of her mind: it was the rarest thing of all - a man whom she knew at once, and without any qualification, to be her equal.
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feminist
romance
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Philip Pullman |
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9dff829
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Each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.
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love
romance
romantic
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Philip Pullman |
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f06c345
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"I could never, I knew then, lose myself "in love." Margery had accused me of coldness, and she was right, but she was also wrong: For me, for always, the paramount organ of passion was the mind. Unnatural, unbalanced, perhaps, but it was true: Without intellect, there could be no love."
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feminist
feminist-quotes
independence
intellect
love
mystery
passion
romance
sherlock
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Laurie R. King |
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e96f218
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Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.
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dejah-thoris
john-carter
love
passionate
passionate-love
romance
romantic
sad
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Edgar Rice Burroughs |
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0963391
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"Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him. "I'm glad we're going steady," he whispered. "So am I."
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dating
fiction
fifteen
girl
love
romance
teen
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Beverly Cleary |
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0247555
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"There are stories about "good" vampires like there are stories about the loathly lady who, after a hearty meal of raw horse and hunting hound and maybe the odd huntsman or archer, followed by an exciting night in the arms of her chosen knight turns into the kindest and most beautiful lady the world has ever seen...
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romance
vampires
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Robin McKinley |