Don’t mix up who I am and what I am,” she told him quietly. “You have to be honest with me, or the rest of it means nothing.
Nora RobertsYou don’t want to get in the habit of overusing the word “fuck” as an adjective. You’ll miss the vast variety of its uses.
Nora RobertsSometimes, she thought, you had to go with your instincts, with your cravings. At that moment hers, all of hers, centered on him.
Nora RobertsPerhaps it was the demands of having to take on me and the farm that left so little time for the gentler things. Such small things: a kiss goodnight, a word of affection... a child can starve with a full plate.
Nora RobertsThe saddest songs are always about love.
Nora RobertsLove was decidedly uncomfortable, unpredictable, and unwelcome.
Nora RobertsLove gilds life
Nora RobertsTags: daniel-macgregor
It's easy to romanticize after a couple of centuries.
Nora RobertsWhat do you think? Does everything look right? "
" You really expect me to look at anything but you? "
She laughed even as her pulse jittered. " Boy, I must be in bad shape when a shopworn line like that hits the mark. "
" I mean it, " he said and watched her smile fade. " I adore looking at you. " Laying a hand on her knees with a long, slow, thorough kiss. " Beautiful Margo. mine. "
" Well, you're certainly taking my mind off my ... kiss me again. "
" Glad to.
Tags: love
Men are pigs.
Nora RobertsTags: kate
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