Let me drive," she said, reaching for the reins. He turned to her in disbelief. "This is a phaeton, not a single-horse wagon." Sophie fought the urge to throttle him. His nose was running, his eyes were red, he couldn't stop coughing, and still he found the energy to act like an arrogant peacock. "I assure you," she said slowly, "that I know how to drive a team of horses.

Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

Don't settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don't know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart s desire has been right under your nose all the while.

Happy endings are all I can do. I wouldn't know how to write anything else.

A duel, a duel, a duel. Is there anything more exciting, more romantic ... or more utterly moronic?

It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn't they?