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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?"
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|
historical-romance
regency-romance
romance
royal-four
snarky-quotes
spy
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1669cfa
|
I'm not just a brain to you. I'm a person.
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|
fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
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17cee2f
|
"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 |
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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.
|
|
highlander
historical-romance
notorious-rake
romance
scotland
wild-west
|
Kerrigan Byrne |
|
1d83474
|
He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1dcfca4
|
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
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1f50e68
|
I am going to be Queen of England,' I protest. 'You make it sound like a battle to the death.' 'It is a battle to the death,' she says simply. 'That is what it means to be Queen of England. You are not Melusina, rising from a fountain to easy happiness. You will not be a beautiful woman at court with nothing to do but make magic. The road you have chosen will mean that you have to spend your life scheming and fighting. Our task, as your family, is to make sure you win.
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|
historical
romance
war
|
Philippa Gregory |
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20010cc
|
It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
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."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
21cee05
|
It became legend that no one should wander too close to the sorceress's enchanted forest or she would send forth a blizzard, causing them to lose their way and be caught in the land of ice and snow for all time.
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|
nutcracker
romance
|
Amanda V. Shane |
|
22ae8cc
|
"Blake filled her world. The sweaty male scent of him was in her nostrils, the slippery texture of his hot skin under her hands; the unbearably erotic taste of his mouth lay sweetly on her tongue. At some unknown point his kisses had slipped past celebration and become intensely male, demanding, giving, thrilling. Perhaps they'd never been celebration kisses at all, she thought fuzzily. Suddenly he removed his mouth from hers and buried his face in the curve of her neck. When he spoke his voice was shaky, but husky with an undertone of laughter. "Have you noticed how much time we spend rolling around on the floor?"
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|
physical-therapy
romance
|
Linda Howard |
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2587cbd
|
All three brothers were their signature three-piece suit. Gray, pin-striped, made of a special material one of the many cousins invented, the stripes allowing the Rider to fade immediately into the shadows, making it more difficult for anyone to see them. More importantly, the suit would come apart with them when they were pulled apart, drawn into the tubes in the shadows.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
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."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
2d10793
|
She had no idea what a gift she'd just given him. She was the one he'd searched for. She was the one he hadn't believed could possibly exist. She had strength, a backbone of steel, and yet she could put herself in his hands and give him what he needed in their relationship.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
2d1bf99
|
There was an exciting atmosphere about the place that uplifted her. It was as if she could actually feel the accelerated steady pulse of the town's heart beating in time with her own.
|
|
historical
romance
|
Margaret Mitchell |
|
2de62e9
|
"I'll be on another case soon. You won't need me anymore. You'll be walking, though I think you should wait a while before climbing another mountain." "You're my therapist," Blake snapped. Dione gave a little laugh. "For months you've depended on me more than any other person in your life. Your perspective is distorted now. Believe me, by the time I've been gone a month, you won't even think about me." 'Do you mean you'd just turn your back on me and walk away?" he asked disbelievingly."
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|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
3ef5b97
|
Vittorio's breath left his lungs in a long rush of shock. Something tight in his chest loosened. Someplace vulnerable. Someplace guarded and protected. He pressed his hand tightly over the spot, feeling as if that voice had been a key, fitting perfectly into the lock and turning it before he had a chance to react
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
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 |
|
442597d
|
"Lady, what you do to me is almost criminal," he groaned in a shaky voice. An odd tightening in her breasts made her close her eyes. "I've got to go," she said weakly, but for the life of her she couldn't make herself move. "No, don't go," he pleaded. "Let me touch you... my God, I've got to touch you!"
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|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
4495266
|
He needed her to know who he was-her man. Her lover. The man she trusted to always take care of her, have her back, give her everything.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
481af0c
|
"She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand." "There's no taking it back, Francesca." He warned."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
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 |
|
4d8191d
|
She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4e549b9
|
The woman, as small as she was, standing valiantly in the face of the threat the Saldi enforcers presented, sent heat rushing through his veins.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
58817d8
|
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
|
Stefan Zweig |
|
5aa60f8
|
"You have to trust me to take care of you through this," Stefano said, "I know it's upsetting, but you have us now. You're not alone. [...]you won't be alone ever again, bella. You're mine. I take care of what's mine." "Ours," Ricco corrected. "'Famiglia"
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
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 |
|
61aec43
|
You're kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it's sexy. Really, really sexy.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
63df03b
|
"He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her everything he was. "I missed you." It was a ridiculous declaration. "Missed her" didn't begin to cover at all how he felt."
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|
romance
shifters
|
Christine Feehan |
|
70db6a3
|
"Besides," he said, "I had another reason for coming, one that will delight you, I believe, as you have been pestering me for years. I wanted you to meet Miss Goddard, the lady I plan one day soon, when the setting and the atmosphere are quite perfect, to ask to marry me. It is time, you see, to do that most dreaded of all things to men, though suddenly it does not seem so dreadful after all. Indeed, it seems infinitely desirable. It is time to settle down." He smiled sleepily at Eunice, who gazed briefly and reproachfully back at him, eyebrows raised, her cheeks pink, before wishing his mother a happy birthday."
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|
romance
|
Mary Balogh |
|
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
|
Don DeLillo |
|
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 |
|
7a4acf8
|
She had the beginnings of trust in him. He needed that from her. To gain the kind of absolute faith and trust he needed from her, he had to show in every way that he would always be there for her. That trust could never be in any way taken for granted or abused.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
8b5a4e7
|
...and no man gave you a fur coat without expecting to receive something in return. Except for one's husband, of course, who expected nothing beyond modest gratitude.
|
|
marriage-advice
quid-pro-quo
romance
|
Kate Atkinson |
|
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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8f49a86
|
She glanced at it now, thrown from the light from the flames dancing in the fireplace. Her shadow and Vittorio's were connected. More than connected. The tubes had intertwined to the point that it appeared to be one shadow, not two.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
95557e4
|
She didn't think she had anything to offer him. He got that. She had no money, no family, nothing at all in her eyes. Yet she gave him this magnificent gift - her and her trust, when she had no reason to trust anyone, least of all him.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
afb8f4c
|
"He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. "Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe."
|
|
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 |
|
b27559b
|
Joanna pivoted and bit back a groan of despair.Crockett Archer was even more handsome than she'd remembered. Somehow his rancher's clothing made him seem more approachable, more...within her reach. And if that wasn't the most ridiculous notion, she didn't know what was. A man with his looks and kind heart could have any woman he chose. He'd never settle for a shy, freckled redhead with an ex-outlaw for a father. She was everything the ideal preacher's wife was not.
|
|
inspirational
joanna-robbins
romance
|
Karen Witemeyer |
|
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.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
b80972c
|
Vittorio had recognized early on he had a gift. His voice could be compelling, or commanding, and those in a room reacted to it. He could calm others down, arouse or infuriate, all with his tone.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
b80f26f
|
My grandfather was in love with my grandmother. They were inseparable. They detested being apart. I've seen real love. I've felt it when I was with them. They died three hours apart. My grandmother first and then my grandfather followed. Love exists and that's what I'm offering you.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
b999ca9
|
Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.
|
|
certainty
elizabeth-wein
ellen-mcewen
julie
romance
silence
smoking
stars
the-pearl-thief
|
Elizabeth Wein |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
swoon-worthy
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
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 |
|
cb4ed92
|
The paparazzi always swarmed around them, giving them better alibis for their work then anything else ever could.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0057629
|
He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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.
|
|
romance
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
d201508
|
Il en voulait a Emma de cette victoire permanente. Il s'efforcait meme a ne pas la cherir; puis, au craquement de ses bottines, il se sentait lache, comme les ivrognes a la vue des liqueurs fortes.
|
|
emotions
madame-bovary
romance
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
ead42da
|
His fingertips lightly and unintentionally grazed her face and her ears, and Debbie's don't-get-in-trouble self felt itself making room for her alert-alert-something-new-is-happening self.
|
|
romance
teenage-love
|
Lynne Rae Perkins |
|
ead5946
|
At times Valentine wasn't sure whether he kept Matthews about because of his supreme unctuousness or because he had half a suspicion the valet was trying to kill him.
|
|
humor
romance
|
Suzanne Enoch |
|
f142a04
|
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.
|
|
romance
|
Catherine Anderson |
|
f3b2c86
|
Le charme de la nouveaute, peu a peu tombant comme un vetement, laissait voir a nu l'eternelle monotonie de la passion, qui a toujours les memes formes et le meme langage.
|
|
madame-bovary
romance
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
love
relationships
romance
|
Donald Barthelme |
|
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 |