I want you any way I can get you. Not because youโre beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows youโre all those things. I want you because thereโs no one else like you, and I donโt ever want to start a day without seeing you.
Lisa KleypasIโve told you before, I love like a madman,โ he said. โImmoderate, jealous, possessive...Iโm absolutely intolerable.
Lisa KleypasThose blue eyes glinted with uncivilized suggestion. A faint smile was tucked in the corner of his wide mouth. Definitely wouldn't want to be alone in a room with that guy, I thought. His gaze moved downward in lazy inspection, returned to my face, and he gave me one of those respectful nods that Texan men had raised to an art form.
Lisa KleypasWell, you missed out on some important protocol, Ella. You can't stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, large moving objects, Monday night football, and the missionary position. We don't drink light beer, drive Smart cars, or admit to knowing the names of more than about five or six colors. And we don't wax our chests, ever.
Lisa Kleypas