If I ever think you are even considering leaving me again, no matter how good you reasons, I'll have you locked in your rooms and the doors barricaded, so help me God." He lifted her foot and began to dry it. Her voice shaking, Whitney asked, "Will you stay locked in there with me?" He raised her dainty foot to his jaw and tenderly laid his cheek against it, then turned his head and kissed it. "Yes," he whispered. -Clayton Westmoreland

What hap­pens to me if this slip­per fits?" "I turn you into a hand­some frog.

Was it me you were discussing?” he countered with lifted brows. “I couldn’t tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?” “You’re angry,” Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. “I’m not angry,” he said in a husky, gentle voice. “I’m embarrassed

Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.

If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.

True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

Reformed rakes often make the best husbands