You'll be sorry if you marry a man you don't love.
One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent
physical beauty should have no importance in a lasting relationship.
She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. "Oh, God." "Nay, lass. Connor.
Knowledge is freedom and with freedom comes understanding.
In a low whisper she was certain only her friend could hear, she said, "I specifically remember we both promised never to drink from any man's goblet of wine. From the looks of you, Frances Catherine, I'm thinking you broke your word.