Daniel held himself very still, waiting for the wave of jealousy that never came. He was furious with the man who’d taken advantage of her innocence, but he did not feel jealous. He did not need to be her first, he realized. He simply needed to be her last. Her only.

No one knows as well as I how much nonsense is printed in books.

A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else.

Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.

It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

There are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.