When you brush your teeth, I'll squeeze the toothpaste.
Julie GarwoodOh, there was a wedding all right. Did I mention that my sister didn't show up at the church either, Mr. Clayborne?
Julie GarwoodNoah, if we were to get married, you couldn't date anymore.
Julie GarwoodDamn, you're good,' he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn't much for flowery speech, Alesandra thought with a smile. It didn't matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she'd pleased him. Perhaps she should give him a little praise too. She rolled onto her side to face him, put her hand on his chest directly over his pounded heart, and whispered. 'You're good, too. 'Tis the truth, you're the best I've ever had.'
He opened his eyes to look at her. 'I'm the only one you've ever had, remember?' His voice was gruff with affection.
'I remember,' she said.
'No other man is ever going to touch you, Alesandra. You're mine.
Tag: romance historical
Is he all right?" Jade asked Sterns.
He Swooned"
I know he swooned," Jade replied.
Tag: fainting
The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.
Julie GarwoodWhy? Why did you do this to me?" "He's going to come after me. He won't just kill me. He'll go after you, too." "That's right, He can't take the chance. I didn't tell you about it...why?" He repeated on a sob? "Why did you-"
You wouldn't take me to New York"
His mouth dropped open "NEW YORK?" he shouted. "You did all this because I wouldn't take, you to New York!
If you begin to give away parts of yourself, eventually you'll give it all. And once you've lost yourself, haven't you lost everything?
Julie GarwoodShe 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.
Lyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another.
“Sir, which one is Princess Christina?” Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too.
“Sir?”
“The blond-headed one,” Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth.
“Which blond-headed one?” Andrew persisted.
“The one eating the shrubs.
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