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| 0d42573 | Patience's breath caught. Her lids fell. Wordlessly, she lifted her face, offering her lips. He took them, took her- as their lips fused, Patience felt his hands slide lower, deliberately tracing the ripe hemispheres of her bottom. He filled his hands, then kneaded- heat spread, prickling over her skin, leaving it fevered. Cupping her firm flesh, he molded her to him, easing her deeper into the V of his braced thighs. She felt the evidence .. | desire passion patience-and-vane | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 63b78f8 | hundred and eighty pounds; hardly any of it was fat. Most people | David Baldacci | ||
| 82c75de | She stepped toward the gap; one slipper slid on crumbling masonry. Stifling a gasp, Patience leapt forward onto the corridor flags. And collided with a man. She opened her mouth to scream- a hard hand clamped over her lips. An arm like steel locked about her waist, trapping her against a long, hard frame. Patience relaxed; her panic flowed out of her. There was only one body within ten miles like the one she was pressed against. Reaching u.. | patience-and-vane | Stephanie Laurens | |
| e51b5d6 | Beyond his volition, Vane's gaze lowered to her lips, to the soft rose-tinted curves he now knew so well. Their shape was etched in his mind, their taste imprinted on his senses. Patience's lids fluttered down. She stretched upward on her toes. Vane couldn't have drawn back from the kiss- couldn't have avoided it- had his life depended on it. Their lips touched, without the heat, without the driving compulsion that remained surging in their.. | patience-and-vane | Stephanie Laurens | |
| e5a9fce | Patience snuggled closer to the warm wall of his chest. He adjusted his hold; his hands slid about her waist, beneath her cloak. He drew her more firmly against him, shifting so she was trapped- very comfortably- between him and the old wall. One arm and shoulder protected her from the stones; the rest of him protected her from the night. His arms tightened; Patience felt the strength of him down her length, felt the press of his chest agai.. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| b69ba16 | moment later, she returned and resumed her seat. Presumably, Mayhew was leaving, and Felicia had gone to ask | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| bcedeb3 | Gasping desperately, she clenched her hands on his shoulders, fingers sinking deep. His lips firmed, he suckled gently- Patience felt the earth quake. The heat of his mouth shocked her- the wet sweep of his tongue scalded her. She gave a strangled cry. That sound, keenly feminine, acutely evocative, caught and focused Vane's attention. Focused every hunter's instinct. Desire heightened, need escalated. His demons turned frenzied- her siren'.. | passion patience-and-vane pleasure sensations | Stephanie Laurens | |
| f4ce003 | If you seek love, don't expect it to be simple, don't expect it to be easy. If one thing is certain, it's that it'll be neither. If you want love, then by all means seek it out-search for it high and low...but when it comes down to it, love is a matter for each individual heart. No one can tell you, no one can warn you, no one can prepare you for what it will be like. When it comes, if it comes, you'll know it-and then you'll have to decide.. | historical-romance stephanie-laurens | Stephanie Laurens | |
| a943f12 | That's obviously my cue to depart." Patience grinned. "Coward," she whispered, as he passed her chair. A heartbeat later, he'd swung about and bent over her, his breath feathering the side of her neck. His strength flowed around her, surrounded her. "Incidentally," he murmured, in his deepest purr, "I meant what I said about the daybed." He paused. "So, if you have the slightest inkling of self-preservation, you won't move from this chair.".. | kiss patience-and-vane | Stephanie Laurens | |
| a077294 | Love simply is-it asks no permission. Accetance is all love asks, the only demand it makes, but it is an absolute one. You can either admit it in your hearts or refuse it, but there's no other option. | all-about-love historical-romance stephanie-laurens | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 0a8ab0b | It's the thought that counts-quite literally. There's energy in doing and in intention, and it matters. It makes a difference. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 2fad4b0 | What's your enterprise of choice?" Vane grinned. "Hops." Patience blinked. "Hops?" "A vital ingredient used to flavor and clarify beers. I own Pembury Manor, an estate near Tunbridge in Kent." "And you grow hops?" Vane's smile teased. "As well as apples, pears, cherries, and cob nuts." Drawing back in her saddle, Patience stared at him. "You're a farmer!" One brown brow rose. "Among other things." Recognizing the glint in his eyes, she swal.. | farmer hops vane-cynster | Stephanie Laurens | |
| e230433 | If I'd made it to the back parlor, I'd have been safe." Straightening, Vane met her gaze. "Safe from what? There's a daybed there, too." Her gaze trapped in his, Patience tried hard not to let the likely outcomes take shape in her mind. Determinedly, she blotted out all thought of what might have transpired had Angela not arrived as she had. If she thought too much of that, she'd very likely throttle Angela, too. The ranks of her potential .. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| ccb8d38 | So saying, she managed to straighten- which left her facing the house, looking directly at the blank bow windows of the downstairs parlor. With the storm darkening the skies, the windows were reflective. They reflected the image of a man standing directly behind her. With a gasp, Patience whirled. Her gaze collided with the man's- his eyes were hard, crystalline gray, pale in the weak light. They were focused, intently, on her, their expres.. | patience-and-vane physical-attraction vane-cynster | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 0bff321 | conservations | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 96e218d | Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him, then wrapped about him, about his mind, sinking into his senses. They were a siren's song- and he knew precisely who was singing. Halting on the graveled drive before the stable arch, he listened to the moody air. It drew him- he could feel the tug as if it was physical. The music spoke- of need, of.. | piano sirens-song vane-cynster | Stephanie Laurens | |
| d8a9203 | She'd never imagined such sensations existed; she could barely believe they were real. Yet the caresses continued, thrilling her, heating her- she had to wonder what else she didn't know. What else she had yet to experience. With every ounce of expertise at his command, Vane deliberately drew her deeper. Her total lack of resistance would have made him wonder, if he hadn't earlier seen this curiosity, the calm calculated intention in her ey.. | patience-and-vane patience-debbington savoring vane-cynster | Stephanie Laurens | |
| eaaaade | Amrita Sher-Gill: Art and Life: A Reader (page xvii) | Amrita Sher-Gil | ||
| a4c21cc | Through the tempest of their passions, through the wild turbulent ride, Sarah was conscious only of sensation. It buffeted her, overwhelmed her mind, etched itself on her awareness. So that despite the heat and the delirious pleasure of his body moving over hers, despite the powerful thrusts that physically rocked her, despite the impossible clamoring urgency that had her tilting her hips to take him yet more deeply, that had her scoring hi.. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| e8a71e2 | He dragged in a shuddering breath and forced his lids up. He looked down, at her on her knees, leaning into him, her glorious hair rippling over her shoulders, gilded in the firelight, shifting as her head moved and she pleasured him. He saw his fingers locked on her head, felt hers slide higher, circle the base of his staff, and tighten. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 020c41d | Between them, she undid the buttons holding the placket of his breeches closed; her small hand slid beneath the fabric, and found him. He sucked in breath at that first innocent touch; his control quaked as her grip firmed, then her fingers eased and she stroked, and he felt like growling. Releasing her waist, with a quick tug he raised her skirts and reached beneath. Found the soft flesh between her thighs and caressed, then lightly probed.. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 93ab99c | Beneath her skirts, she guided his erection to her entrance; drawing his fingers from her sheath, so hot and wet and ready for him, he caught her hand, twined her fingers with his, and drew them away. And sank slowly, carefully, into her scalding heat. Her breath hitched. She tensed, then through the kiss caught her breath and fought to relax, to reverse the instinctive tightening. Her fingers clutched his. He pressed in, steady, sure, not .. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 769005f | His expression was graven, a mask of urgent desire. "Wrap your legs around me." She could barely make out the gravelly command; it took an instant to register that his palms had slid beneath her bottom, supporting her weight, then to make her muscles obey her enough to obey him. Immediately her thighs clamped about him, he lowered her hips, and she realized- felt the broad head of his erection nudge against her entrance, then he pressed in,.. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 7e81998 | With a soft, evocative sigh she eased, her body giving, accepting. Instinctively she contracted the muscles of her stretched sheath, felt him there, and shivered. Gritting his teeth against the inevitable effect of that evocative caress, he drew back just a little, then forged in again, filling her even more completely. Her breath left her and she clutched, both with her hands and her body. He eased back again, filled her anew; her breasts .. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 68ecc9e | For long moments, head back, slowly riding him, she let sensation rule, let her senses expand and fill her mind. All but overwhelmed by sensual delight, by an awareness of her body and its potential for pleasure more extensive and more compelling than ever before, she slowed. He growled, a guttural sound that sparked a completely different awareness. An instant later, even before she could lift her lids, he rolled, taking her with him, trap.. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 5cf83c0 | He stood there, silently, and listened to her voice, to the lilting brogue which, he suddenly realized, was the sound of home to him. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| a08b077 | Sarah rode with him and felt her body rejoice, felt her senses whirl and sing with pleasure. She was exquisitely conscious, to her fingernails aware of the shattering intimacy of their joining. Eyes closed, hearing suspended, her world condensed just to him and her, and another world came alive, a landscape filled with feeling, with heat and longing, with sensation and power and the promise of glory. He moved within her and she rode out eac.. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 47403a9 | Having weathered the storm once, she embraced it and gloried in it, thrilled to be wanted with such unwavering intent, with such concerted focus, with such... adoration. Despite the passion driving him, despite the desire that had hardened his body, that infused every caress with a driven edge, behind all was a care that never wavered. A care that had him holding back, his breathing as ragged as hers, his kiss every bit as desperate, until .. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| a23e725 | hath no | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| c05b340 | It was worth the battle to restrain them to hear her increasingly ragged gasps, to feel the desperation mount within her and know it wasn't him driving, wasn't him orchestrating and controlling her that made her so. As they moved together, her riding him, him thrusting just enough to appease them both, to let passion flow unimpeded on its course, as the familiar landscape of sexual delight flowered around them, as passion wound through them.. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| ad793f1 | He and Marcus sipped and a companionable silence fell. Marcus nodded at the pile of news sheets and asked if anything truly important had occurred; Thomas's reply--that while according to the pundits, the skies were close to falling, as they always were in the pundits' eyes, nothing had changed that might even remotely impact the lives of those in their small corner of the world--made Marcus grin. | Stephanie Laurens | ||
| 035989a | He held her down in the cushioning billows of the bed, kissed her, fondled and provocatively caressed until she arched, with her body begged; breaking from the kiss, he trailed hot, wet, openmouthed kisses down the taut line of her throat, over the creamy upper swell of her breast, and gave her the first course of what she'd asked for. He feasted on her breasts without quarter, licked, suckled, and laved as she writhed and gasped beneath hi.. | sarah-and-charlie | Stephanie Laurens | |
| 5f26b35 | Entonces Zaqueo, puesto en pie, dijo al Senor: He aqui, Senor, la mitad de mis bienes doy a los pobres; y si en algo he defraudado a alguno, se lo devuelvo cuadruplicado. Jesus le dijo: Hoy ha venido la salvacion a esta casa. LUCAS 19.8-9 La salvacion de Zaqueo inmediatamente afecto el aspecto financiero de su vida (Lucas 19.1-10). La evidencia inicial de su vida transformada fue su absoluto cambio de actitud hacia su dinero. Como recaudado.. | John F. MacArthur Jr. | ||
| ff6fa71 |
Y les dijo: ?No sabeis esta parabola? ?Como, pues, entendereis todas las parabolas? MARCOS 4.13 Jesus fue un experto narrador de historias, pero nunca conto una historia solo por contarla. Sus parabolas no fueron juegos de palabras o misteriosos < |
John F. MacArthur Jr. | ||
| 2871ea5 | We travelled with a bookshelf fixed above the back of our seat. The poor books were shaken madly during all these days, but we rejoiced to be able to lay our hand on the right volume at the right moment. Rubbing against each other were Marco Polo, Pelliot, Evans-Wentz, Vivekananda, Maritain, Jung, a life of Alexander the Great, Grousset, the Zend-Avesta. I picked The Darvishes by John P. Brown and H. A. Rose, and read aloud a passage about .. | Ella Maillart | ||
| d21af32 | The New American Commentary on 1 John puts the idea of your sin into perspective with the statement that "you are not sinful because you sin, you sin because you are sinful."2" | Hayley DiMarco | ||
| 5f934a9 | John F. Kennedy's "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country" has maligned into "What can my country do for me?" While I can't comment on the societal deterioration outside of the United States, within the last 20 years Sidewalking has become a way of life in America. Americans once loyally proclaimed, "Give me liberty or give me death." Now we just say, "Give me." | M.J. DeMarco | ||
| 0ccde12 | Foreign nationals are prohibited from contributing to Senate races, but, according to the Dallas Morning News, during the 2015-16 election season, Ukrainian-born oligarch Leonard "Len" Blavatnik, who has British-American dual citizenship, put a small fraction of his $ 20 billion fortune into GOP Senate races. McConnell, who took $ 2.5 million for his GOP Senate Leadership Fund from two of Blavatnik's companies, was the leading recipient. Ot.. | Craig Unger | ||
| 72a9348 | Dane and Marco and the boys all fled the stage but I was still playing 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'. I tried different interesting arrangments. Mozart's twelve variations and Elton John style. Even Billy Joel/'Piano Man'-ish. Then I had a brainstorm and thumped it out like Jerry Lee Lewis, with my feet on the keys and everything, and that seemed to confuse the guy waving the gun. Anyway he didn't shot me. By now I was really getting into.. | breakdown | Robert Drewe | |
| e2d40c1 | We are all beautiful in the eyes of God. | inspirational | John Marco | |
| b553f00 | The ascetic Gotama ... avoids watching dancing, singing, music and shows. | Amusement | ||
| 4e531d2 | The inhabitants have a right to take their amusements in a lawful way. | Amusement | ||
| d354f85 | To Aunt Peggy, an angel on earth if ever there was one | David Baldacci | ||
| 927c4af | DB. What finally got | David Baldacci |