Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.

Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.

A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.

Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said. "Rubbish and you know it." -Anthony to Violet

My love has eyes blue as the sky. Her warm, bright smile makes me want to try To give her the world, And when she's curled Up in my arms where I can feel her touch, I realize again that I love her so much. My world has turned from black to white. Kissing in starlight, basking in sunlight, dancing at midnight.' ~John's poem for Belle

When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.

It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood