I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

Safe men are for marrying. Dangerous men are for pleasure.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.

- No, no... She shook her head for emphasis. No. His lips twitched. - One 'no' is enough, darling.

Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.

I had to admit the man looked amazing in jeans. The ancient denim clung lightly to his hips and followed the long lines of some remarkable thigh muscles. And although I made a point of not checking out his rear view, my peripheral vision was having a very good day.” ~ Haven Travis on Hardy Cates

We’ll continue our discussion later. Right now I intend to escort Miss Peyton to her room.” “That is not a wise idea, in my opinion,” the earl said. “I’m glad I didn’t ask for it, then,” Simon returned pleasantly