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fcdd835
|
- Love, which is a kind of permission to come closer than ordinary norms of good behavior might usually sanction. - Back rubs. - Which enables us to see each other without clothes on, for example, in lust and shame. - Examining perfections, imperfections. - Which allows us to say wounding things to each other which would not be kosher under the ordinary rules of civilized discourse.
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love
relationships
romance
|
Donald Barthelme |
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96e7dc9
|
"You know it was love at first sight for both of us," he said."
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|
love-at-first-sight
romance
|
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
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de669e5
|
Where was her sharp intellect? She relied on her brain. She could think fast and was good at details. When Vittorio was around, the only details she could remember were how his smile was so beautiful and how his voice was so gentle and yet compelling.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
29cbd3b
|
Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was in her nightmares; he didn't get anything else from her.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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6c575a6
|
She took a slow look around her at Stefano's siblings. All of them stood as still as statues. Beautiful, gorgeous specimens of human beings, tough and dangerous, waiting for her signal, completely prepared to protect her at any cost.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
735f955
|
She belonged to Stefano. With Stefano. She felt the others moving closer, taking her back. She belonged to the Ferraro Family, and no one fucked with a Ferraro.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6b9ce96
|
He was the protector of his family-- the entire family in every city or town around the world. He was their key to survival.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e44cc17
|
In their world, once two shadows were connected and totally interwoven, breaking those shadows apart was a frightening prospect. The riders would lose all ability to ride the shadows and the departing non-Ferraro partner would lose all memory of the family and what they did.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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92e1f72
|
Years ago women were nothing, Eloisa. They had no rights. They couldn't own property. They were property. That changed because it wasn't right. Children were beaten regularly by parents. That changed because it wasn't right. Just because something is tradition, handed down from one generation to the next, doesn't make it right.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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38d689e
|
It wasn't her looks that caught his interest or made him stand utterly still. It was her shadow. The sun was throwing light perfectly to create tall, full shadows. Hers leaked long tentacles. Thin. Like streaks reaching out toward the shadows around her. Everywhere there was a shadow, hers connected to it with the long feelers--with long tubes.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0d97a6b
|
The feelings of conquest and possession mixing with love were a heady combination. Those traits were deep in him and she accepted him without judgment. How could he not be in love with her?
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
fa264b2
|
His shadow and hers had become entangled in spite of his efforts to keep them apart. Although, truthfully, he hadn't tried that hard. He knew if she rejected him, the consequences to him would be dire.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
56d2a9e
|
Vittorio Ferraro was the most extraordinary man she'd ever meet and she would forever regret being a coward if she didn't give what had been growling between them a chance.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
117a695
|
She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
d8147bd
|
She didn't tell him, but his voice alone could seduce her. Having his hand on her was beyond exciting. Exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to him.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
096b38e
|
If you let yourself believe in me, I'll take care of us. I believe absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, that you'll take care of us just as well.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
acbfbe1
|
Now there was Grace. An unexpected gift. She was far more than he'd ever fantasized about. She was courageous and beautiful. Intelligent and no pushover.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
00736dc
|
Claiming her as his. He was rough, demanding and possessive. He wanted her to feel his brand of love. Complete. Encompassing. Reverent. Carnal.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
af11e90
|
She was an intelligent woman and she wasn't just going to hand herself over to him because she was tempted. He loved that about her because it meant when she did fully surrender, he'd earned it and he had a much better chance of keeping her when he had to tell her he was a shadow rider and what that meant for both of them.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e243dd0
|
He'd meant what he'd said when he'd told her he didn't want to ever see her hurt or with tears in her eyes. He knew never was a long time, but he would still do his best to make that promise count.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
500eaf4
|
"She was known as QBSITDROH" She rattled off the letters fast as if she'd used them often. [...] "You'll have to teach your special name to sisters-in-law. They occasionally need a humorous way to cope. What does it stand for?" "Queen bitch spawned in the deepest recesses of hell."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
415faa8
|
It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
487cc91
|
He was born a shadow rider and trained from the time he was two. There was no other job or interest for him. It was considered a sacred duty and no rider, if he was capable, would ever walk away from it, no matter how difficult.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
77dd5b9
|
The life was lonely, regimented, dangerous and formidable. Now that he had Grace in his life, even for a short few weeks, he wasn't willing to go back to that stark, lonely existence.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
5f50b8e
|
For all the downsides to being a rider, there was his family. Always there. Always ready to help and watch out for one another. His family was one of the biggest gifts he had to offer Grace.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0ef1e19
|
What did she think? That a man like Vittorio Ferraro was playing an elaborate hoax on her? That was absurd. She just knew she knew she couldn't take rejection from him, so it was easier to leap on the first legitimate excuse to run. Her jumbled fears weren't making any sense.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
dd89176
|
His breath hitched. His lungs seized. She was the last thing he'd expected to happen because...frankly...a woman like her was so rare. He didn't know how to feel about it, but suddenly there was nothing else more important, not even Ferraro family business.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
00c4b20
|
She didn't want to be that girl, the one curled up in a little ball. The one under the covers in the fetal position. She'd been there hundreds of times and every single time she'd told herself to stand up. This time, win or lose, if she just stood up, she had the very real opportunity, which would never come again, to be with a man she'd dreamt of.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0057629
|
He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
bc8f025
|
"Stop," Ricco all but snarled the command. "You're a Ferraro. You never, ever fucking let them see they got to you. Even here, Francesca, you keep your head up. You remember who you are. If you can't do it for yourself, you do it for him. For Stefano. I know you love him."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
26b5efb
|
"Mine." He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
61aec43
|
You're kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it's sexy. Really, really sexy.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
20d0cfa
|
"She looked desperate. He felt that way. He wasn't about to be separated from her. "No matter what, I'll be with you," he promised."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
be45fe5
|
You make me feel alive, Grace. Every cell in my body wakes up around you. My heart. Who knew it was even possible?
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
a772d57
|
"Don't talk, Grace. Save your strength. I've got this. All you have to do is stay alive for me. I'll take care of everything else. Will you do that for me? Just stay alive." Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but it was there."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
20010cc
|
It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
ccb2235
|
I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
c04b714
|
Someone to care about him. Someone to be his center. Someone to make him feel alive and passionate about living.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e1d8b82
|
His voice. It was beautiful. Low. Soothing, yet the same time, there was absolute command, as if he ruled the world and knew it.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
bdc3eb9
|
She was the one. His only. He knew it with every fiber of his being.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4c91e82
|
How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappointed.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
5bd51f9
|
It was as if the very shadows connected them and she could feel his emotions.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
455ca08
|
He could hurry everything else in his life, but he was never going to make the mistake of hurrying his time with Grace. She was too important and everything else could take a backseat.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8796e0e
|
She would be a part of their world and that meant secrecy at all times. She couldn't tell a soul anything he told her. Trust worked both ways and he was trusting her with his life and the lives of his family members.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
83790ea
|
He could see faint streaks of light as if the man left behind prints. They didn't appear like footprints, there were more faint bluish lights, more of a blob-line than a print, but every person left them behind and from shadows he could see them. He couldn't spot the imaging once out of tube, but the shadows acted as if he was seeing through a thermal lens.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1d83474
|
He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
7d6268c
|
Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
a388625
|
He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
ac79561
|
He was a complete stranger to her, but he knew that connection between them had started there in the parking lot, their shadows touching coiling together, their eyes meeting.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4630c3c
|
He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. Just as fast, she was being taken from him.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e958cc6
|
He brought justice to all kinds of criminals. The rule had been drilled into him over and over:'Never let it be personal.' This was as personal as it was going to get.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
01b1ad1
|
"As he neared the house, a wind rose off the sea and carried sea spray and a lilting melody. "Sarah's back. Sarah's home."
|
|
paranormal
romance
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
5fd3bd5
|
Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
24482a1
|
You know how I know I'm brilliant? I picked a man willing to suffer to protect me. I picked a man willing to go without so I can be safe. Too bad that man's too stupid to realize the only way I'll ever be safe is with him. My heart can't belong to anyone else. You've claimed it, and you have no right to close the door on me now.
|
|
mc-romance
new-adult-romance
romance
|
Bijou Hunter |
|
9913771
|
He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
7c2b7ae
|
He preferred curves to supermodel thin. He didn't understand why women were so hard on themselves. Francesca was beautiful and he didn't want a single pound to go away.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3e228f3
|
"He sat with his arm still around her, watching her face and smiling as she fumbled with the elegant gold wrapping, her agile fingers suddenly clumsy. She lifted the lid off and stared speechlessly at the simple pendant that lay on satin lining like a cobweb of gold. A dark red heart, chiseled and planed, was attached to the chain. "That's a ruby," she stammered. "No," he corrected gently, lifting it from the box and placing it around her neck. "That's my heart." The chain was long, and the ruby heart slid down her chest to nestle between her breasts, gleaming with dark fire as it lay against her honeyed skin. "Wear that forever," he murmured his eyes on the lush curves that his gift used as a pillow. "And my heart will always be touching yours."
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|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
da32e30
|
Remember, good things come to those who wait.
|
|
clean
funny
romance
sweet
|
Debbie Macomber |
|
9fb4fa7
|
But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
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|
historical-romance
marriage
marriage-proposal
regency-romance
romance
weddin
|
Mary Balogh |
|
8f876fc
|
For all I know, the guy is Dracula.
|
|
romance
urban-fantasy-romance
vampire
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
e9a2cba
|
...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.
|
|
cute
gamer-girl
kissing
love
maddy
mari-mancusi
romance
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
3b43a03
|
Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires.
|
|
romance
urban-fantasy
vampires
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
811a508
|
So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?
|
|
romance
urban-fantasy
vampires
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
a1dd0a3
|
I never said becoming the slayer would be a field trip to a Justin Bieber concert.
|
|
romance
vampires
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
5a67878
|
It's just a party, right? What could possibly go wrong?
|
|
romance
urban-fantasy
vampires
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
13c2e2b
|
"It was if the devil himself had devised the perfect earthly torture for Lady Alicia Lawrence. "Now how will I occupy myself when I get to hell?"
|
|
historical-romance
regency-romance
romance
royal-four
snarky-quotes
spy
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
b61d42f
|
Sheriff, I'm wanted everywhere--but not by the law.
|
|
romance
|
Beverly Jenkins |
|
279572f
|
Suddenly she could barely breathe. She was always calm, yet now, in the face of the knowledge that she might never find her brother, never be able to tell him that she cared, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't find a way to catch her breath.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
b1083b5
|
"Deceivingly, Miss Neville, the word vodka means 'little water.' The Russians are masters of the understatement." - Lord Nash"
|
|
humor
romance
|
Liz Carlyle |
|
8812c99
|
As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
654dc1f
|
No amount of careful grooming seemed to erase their impression that he was actually a foul and frightening ogre. It was enough to give a fellow self-doubts.
|
|
regency-romance
romance
royal-four
spy
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
8b63876
|
She had the strangest need, almost a compulsion, to shield Ricco from his brother's scrutiny. From all of them. She sensed he detested appearing weak in front of anyone, but especially his family.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e35cc82
|
But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
|
|
historical-romance
marriage
regency-romance
romance
wedding
|
Mary Balogh |
|
286f1fd
|
"That my eyes are yours as well. When you go blind, I'll draw pictures with words so you can still see all the beautiful things. You told me once that the most gorgeous thing you first saw was the Central Oregon blue sky. That's my vow to you, Carly--nothing but blue skies for the rest of our lives, even after you go permanently blind." . He bent at the knees to catch her up in his arms. As he carried her toward the cabin, she gazed up at his beautiful face, drinking in every hard line and chiseled plane so she could remember it later. If she were given a choice of one thing she could remember and take with her into total grayness, it wouldn't be a sunset or a gorgeous blue sky. It would be her memory of the love she saw shining in Hank Coulter's eyes." --
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|
romance
|
Catherine Anderson |
|
e71074c
|
"He caught her hand, curling his fingers around hers and bringing it to his chest as he leaned into her. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Sometimes I just am, but I'll watch it. Giovanni snorted his derision. "Sometimes? Don't believe a fucking thing he says, Mariko. It's 'all' the time."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
69d2f27
|
Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.
|
|
funny
humour
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
|
a1f323d
|
He needed a woman strong enough to accept that he would always need his ropes. They anchored him. Centered him. The moment he touched them, those dark shifting shadows inside him subsided.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
14840e7
|
Her courage humbled him. The immense trust it took to allow herself to be tied by him, even in the name of art, was astonishing for a woman like her. It was a true power exchange between them and he loved that. Even craved it.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6046db4
|
Y entonces le dio un beso. Aquel beso era una pregunta que el deseo estar contestando durante el resto de su vida.
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|
beso
romance
|
Nicole Krauss |
|
51df6ed
|
"No!" he roared. "I've had enough for today! A little of you goes a long way, lady!" "Please, call me Dione," she murmured. "I don't want to call you anything! My God, would you just leave me alone!" "Of course I will, when my job is finished. I can't let you ruin my record of successful cases, can I?"
|
|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
fe8ba8b
|
Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.
|
|
angst
bottomless-pit
dancing-with-clara
despair
mary-balogh
metaphor
rake
regency
regency-romance
romance
romance-hero
|
Mary Balogh |
|
414b4df
|
He had learned to kill and then he had killed. Many times. Fourteen was far too young for his artistic mind to accept the violence and he'd been fortunate that he'd met his teacher, a rope master of more than forty years. The art had saved his sanity and his life. He needed it like others needed air.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
37922c7
|
For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6c1e103
|
"Communication is very important between us at all times." He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. "For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
58488d4
|
For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.
|
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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80dc9bc
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Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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afb8f4c
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"He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. "Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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79f82b7
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"Her "family," the ones so gracious and honorable to take in two orphans, were harsh with her for her own good so she wouldn't become the whore her mother had been."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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de3ab4c
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"She was mixed--Japanese and American. Nothing. A nothing. A nobody. The 'kanji' in her last name meant "female devil." She didn't even know what her real last name was because she'd dishonored the family simply be being born."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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58817d8
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Lorsque j'ouvrais les yeux dans l'obscurite et que je te sentais contre mon flanc, je m'etonnais qu'il n'y eut pas d'etoiles au-dessus de moi, tant le ciel semblait present.
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romance
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Stefan Zweig |
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d83095b
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For the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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995796d
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The Fourth Crown Princess of the blue Cresent Islands had sixteen rituals to observe from the moment of waking to when she broke her fast.
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fantasy
julia-golding
ram
romance
tashi
ya-novel
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Julia Golding |
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1dcfca4
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The lights threw her Shadow into sharp relief behind her on the wall. The shadow was dark and thin, but threw out strong tubes, feelers reaching toward other shadows. When there were none, the feelers reached farther for connections, elongating, seeking, prompting another step from her.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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557f0c6
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Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over his heart as an unknown emotion seized it hard, wrenching, twisting, forcing that lock to open so that his own music could be heard pounding in his ear, beating like a lost drum seeking the right rhythm.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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f142a04
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With Hank at her side, she would never really be blind again. His eyes were hers, just as he'd vowed. When they grew old, they would take walks at sunset, and she'd be able to see everything. His gift to her--pictures painted with words. Love wasn't about easy, according to Hank. It was about sticking through thick and thin. He would always be with her, unless death took him first, and even then, Carly knew she'd never be left in complete darkness again. She would have the love of this man to light her way.
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romance
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Catherine Anderson |
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17cee2f
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"That my eyes are yours as well. When you go blind, I'll draw pictures with words so you can still see all the beautiful things. You told me once that the most gorgeous thing you first saw was the Central Oregon blue sky. That's my vow to you, Carly--nothing but blue skies for the rest of our lives, even after you go permanently blind." . He bent at the knees to catch her up in his arms. As he carried her toward the cabin, she gazed up at his beautiful face, drinking in every hard line and chiseled plane so she could remember it later. If she were given a choice of one thing she could remember and take with her into total grayness, it wouldn't be a sunset or a gorgeous blue sky. It would be her memory of the love she saw shining in Hank Coulter's eyes."
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romance
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Catherine Anderson |
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8d560a7
|
A lot of who you were in middle age was determined before you had a chance to manipulate, control, or eve understand the things around you. It was no mystery, he thought, why some old people's minds returned to their youth; the wonder of those years, the discoveries, the first experience with the dirty secret of death, and the first stirrings of lust and love were indelible, drawn in luminous colors on clean canvas. Indeed, the first sex act was so mind-boggling that most people could still remember it clearly twenty, thirty, sixty years later.
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humor
inspirational
life
love
lust
old
romance
science
sex
wisdom
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Nelson DeMille |
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cbb0911
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Un hombre que le cuenta a otro sus aventuras amorosas es un tarado, y si encima es el padre de uno, esa estupidez infantil se convierte en algo siniestro.
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romance
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Ricardo Piglia |
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d6c5638
|
His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie,' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea.
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cynicism
dancing-with-clara
dialogue
humor
marriage
mary-balogh
regency
regency-romance
romance
witty-banter
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Mary Balogh |
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f02aaaa
|
What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. He'd done nothing. He'd let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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637ef50
|
He was a Rider. A shadow rider. It was who he was. What he was. A rider no choice but to do what he'd been trained for from the age of two -- even before that. It was in his bones, in his blood, he couldn't live without it. He dispensed justice to those the law couldn't touch.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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77a8bd0
|
This is how I thought of it. An intuitive link, a reciprocal, one number related to another in such a way that when multiplied together, day or night, their product is one.
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love
romance
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Don DeLillo |
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e7cc917
|
The little brown house was my father's house, which was actually blue, but Amy was making another inside joke. I'd always liked our inside jokes the best - they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising.
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romance
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Gillian Flynn |
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12b8c54
|
He would let Violet find her own way and time to tell Elizabeth. In the interim, he would listen and hold her hand and offer his counsel, but he would not push. He understood now how deep her wounds ran, how hard it was for her to trust that she could make mistakes and still deserve love.
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romance
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Sarah Mayberry |
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d475404
|
They'd always kept eyes on one another. Always. It was Czar's rule. Their rule. Their code. Their promise to one another. It was how they survived. But he hadn't. He'd taken his eyes off Demyan and he'd died in the worst possible way.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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cdb0b67
|
Breezy laughed and the sound went through him the way it often did, lighting his world. She sounded bright and happy and she shed that light on him. She took him right out of the violence, the blood and death and vile world he lived in to draw into the sunshine with her.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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d4c0e57
|
I would charge he'll with a bucket of water to get you back. I'd fuckin' search hell for you, Breezy. Dont ever think you can exchange your life for mine, because it isn't going to happen. I wouldn't let it happen.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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e8365ee
|
Breezy had learned, practically from birth, to let things go. If they weren't big and didn't threaten to swallow her whole, she dismissed them from her mind. If she really needed to deal with something, she thought about it carefully, formulated a plan and then carried it out.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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c03fb41
|
I don't want you to go anywhere, okay? Just because we disagree on something doesn't mean that I don't still love you. I will always love you, no matter what.
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romance
swoon-worthy
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Sarah Mayberry |
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3987417
|
Steele felt the weight of that sacred ink on his back. It was there for a reason, to remind all of them they were stronger together.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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a9490ce
|
It had been Ink who had drawn out the original tree that represented Czar in their colors. That sturdy trunk with many roots. The seventeen branches represented the survivors. In the original drawing there had been eighteen branches. The crowd were the children they had tried to save--Steele has tried to save. The skulls rolling in the roots represented the men and women they had killed in order to survive--or the ones they killed to exact vengeance for those children who had never left their prison.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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b6e3fce
|
We're all family. Family takes care of family no matter how bad it is or what the cost to us personally is [...]That's what we do. We're Torpedo Ink and that IS Torpedo Ink.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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5d57ffb
|
I feel it deeper than I feel anything else. So deep it's fucking terrifying. I'm never going to be good at saying the words. They get stuck in my throat. It's like if I say it out loud something bad is going to happen. I feel as if I'm cursing us. Everyone they knew we cared about died.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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8e2c9fb
|
They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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26acddb
|
She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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132db01
|
I remain steady in my belief that well-written literary fiction doesn't have to be high-brow; it has to embrace ideas about destiny in a storyline that holds the readers' attention. From his classic presentation at the 200th anniversary writers' conference of North American Review, the nation's oldest literary magazine, where he poked fun at his own early novels for their obscurity, implying clarity in the digital age equals salvation. Then he toyed with the digital age itself: Some nut will find a way to blow up the electric grid. All these electronic gadgets that rely on electricity will go dark. The batteries will run down. We're talking Cormac McCarthy darkness, black on black . . . except for one distant flicker of light. It's on a beach probably Australia. Survivors will make their way through the dark and find the light from a single candle. Next to the candle will be a lad with a note book scribbling away with the last pencil on earth. He's writing about what happened. He hopes someone will read what he writes. That's what writers do. They hope.
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literary-fiction
mystery
myth
romance
suspense
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Peter Kelton |
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de619a4
|
She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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dd6e970
|
He leaned forward and began to count off on the fingers of the hand that held the cigarette: She aint American. She aint a citizen. She dont speak english. She works in a whorehouse. No, hear me out. And last but not least--he sat holding his thumb--there's a son of a bitch owns her outright that I guarangoddamntee you will kill you graveyard dead if you mess with him. Son, aint there no girls on this side of the damn river? Not like her. Well I'll bet that's the truth if you ever told it.
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lovesick
romance
western
|
Cormac McCarthy |
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d541720
|
It was the worst nightmare possible for a boy like Steele. He felt responsiblity, even when he was just very little. Something in him needed to help all of us.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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cfb493d
|
She drew back from his embrace so she could look into his eyes, her own swimming with tears. The uncertainty in her face nearly killed him. She had no idea how lovable she was. How precious and brave and special.
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romance
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Sarah Mayberry |
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0ae05cf
|
. . . none of us are as sophisticated in these matters as you think. You know I always feel, with every new person, as if I am starting anew. These things are instinctive. What you need to learn is to lay aside your inhibitions, to go back to your childhood when you played marbles or whatever with boys and never thought anything of it.
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dating
friendship
love
romance
|
Azar Nafisi |
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0c0dca4
|
When she looked at him with those dark eyes, Nassar felt the urge to say something intelligent and deeply impressive. Unfortunately, nothing of the kind came to mind.
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|
funny
humor
romance
|
Ilona Andrews |
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123cde8
|
People say you can tell you're in love with someone when you find it impossible to get that person out of your mind. But it was my eyes that were the first to know.
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romance
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Satosumi Takaguchi |
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7b94959
|
"What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember"
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romance
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Denise Hunter |
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1b670b8
|
Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends. Had she not been about to rob the train.
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|
highlander
historical-romance
notorious-rake
romance
scotland
wild-west
|
Kerrigan Byrne |
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cf557de
|
"Alison's gaze gentled. "Tell me, Samantha, have you ever been to Scotland?"
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|
brawn-highlander
historical
lord
notorious-rake
romance
wild-west
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Kerrigan Byrne |
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cf0b922
|
"Payne sought clarification. "Vertical or horizontal?" "Horizontal, of course." "Sorry but I can't help you." "Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily is what rings a bell. Didn't we go to school with an Emily? Tenth or eleventh grade, if I recall it correctly."
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|
crime-fiction
mystery
romance
suspense
thriller
writing
|
Ed Lynskey |
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f4d204d
|
She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.
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|
bisexual-character
chuckle
ellen-mcewen
julie
lgbtqia-character
romance
stars
teen-romance
the-pearl-thief
|
Elizabeth Wein |
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07892c9
|
Um corpo diferente de todos, mais fino, mais alvo, cor-de-rosa, uma beleza que nao se sabe -- como uma riqueza inesperada, roubada, como uma vertigem... Despir Dona Lalinha sera sempre um pecado. Eu teria de ter vivido para a merecer -- desde a hora do meu nascimento.
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|
portuguese
romance
sertão
|
João Guimarães Rosa |
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e5a4471
|
I also became familiar with an entirely new category of people: the unhappily married person. They are everywhere, and they are ten thousand times more depressing than a divorced person. My friend Tim, whose name I've changed, obviously, has gotten more and more depressing since he married his girlfriend of seven years. Tim is the kind of guy who corners you at a party to tell you, vehemently, that And that you have to . And that going to couples' therapy is not only normal but something that everyone needs to do. Tim has a kind of manic, cult-y look in his eye from paying thousands of dollars to a marriage counselor. He is convinced that his daily work on his marriage, and his acknowledgement that it is basically a living hell, is modern. The result is that he has helped to relieve me of any romantic notions I had about marriage.
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marriage
romance
|
Mindy Kaling |
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3bbe61e
|
Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I'm unbending.
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|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6848c08
|
He needed to know she wanted to be with him. He needed to know someone loved him. He didn't believe himself worthy of love, so he had a difficult time believing she really wanted to be with him.
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|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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94e347d
|
She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.
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|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8569875
|
"This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged."
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|
contemporary-romance
romance
|
MaryJanice Davidson |
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62fed08
|
Love for her welled up so strong, so intense, the pressure in his chest made him feel as if he might be having a heart attack.
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|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
9a3940c
|
"I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too.
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|
fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
|
96c88e0
|
Simon, mark well my words! Wives are the devil and I know!' `In truth,' Alan sighed, `I am the only wise one amongst us all.' `Art a silly lad!' Fulk rumbled, and cast him an affectionate though fiery glance. `Alan speaks sooth for once,' Simon said, and placed his finger on Margaret's indignant lips. He had her in his arms again, and like a needle to the magnet, Jeanne had drawn near to her Geoffrey. `For Alan throughout hath known that needs must I fall, and at Margot's feet.' `Ah, and he knew that I loved thee, even before I knew it myself,' Margaret cried. `Methinks he hath worked very quietly to bring about our happiness. And yet he will not seek his own.' `I observe thy folly,' he said, `and know mine own wisdom. That is happiness.' Jeanne looked at Geoffrey, and a smile passed between them, of boundless conceit. Margaret stole her hand into Simon's, smiling also. Not one of them answered Alan, and he laughed, leaning on his father's shoulder, and surveying his two friends with soft, satisfied eyes. `Are my sage words beneath contempt?' he asked. `Ay,' Simon answered simply, and looked down into Margaret's face for a long moment. A deep breath he drew, and glanced again at Alan. `Beneath contempt,' said Simon the Coldheart.
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|
margaret
romance
simon
|
Georgette Heyer |
|
8d2683d
|
"But if Frederica was aware of my sentiments, and begged Cousin Alverstoke to intervene--!" She shuddered, and clasped her hands tensely together. "You see, he could, Harry! He could arrange for Endymion to be sent abroad, for instance, and then I think I should die. Oh, my dear brother, there's no one to help us but you, and I count on your support!"
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|
charis
die
endymion
love
romance
|
Georgette Heyer |
|
b999ca9
|
Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.
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|
certainty
elizabeth-wein
ellen-mcewen
julie
romance
silence
smoking
stars
the-pearl-thief
|
Elizabeth Wein |
|
2a72981
|
Sie denkt: Sie sagen einfach nur Worte und was sind Worte anderes als Gerausche, die diese Manner aus Atem formen, gewichtslose Dampfe, die sie in die Kuchenluft schicken, wo sie sich auflosen und sterben.
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|
historical-fiction
romance
suspense
|
Anthony Doerr |
|
787e6ac
|
He heard the news long before her scent reached him. Brandt Talbot shrank into the heavy vegetation, his chest tight and his body taut with sudden anticipation. She was here at long last. In his domain. Within his grasp. It had been a long hunt to find her, nearly impossible, yet he managed it. He had deliberately lured her to his lair and she had come.
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|
romance
shape-shifter
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4606b4c
|
Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.
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|
romance
shifters
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6f43394
|
Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.
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|
romance
shifters
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0a5a820
|
"I want to marry Gino," Zara admitted. "I'm crazy in love with him. I can't stand it when he isn't close to me, but I don't know the first thing about relationships, being a wife, making him a home and making him happy."
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fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |