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“I love the way she laughs when she squishes a tide-pod, especially that one time it burst, and she couldn’t stop apologizing. I love her clinical obsession with every shade of pink and how incredible she looks in it. I love the glow of her skin in the morning, as if the sun recognizes her as equal. I love how her smile is too big for her face, how her cheeks flush pink when I compliment her, and how her pupils grow in her eyes when we speak. I love the sound of her voice, silvery and sunny, especially when she shares stories of her childhood or asks me about mine. I love her ambitions, her passions, her dedication, and devotion to her craft.” I steal in a breath when beads of tears appear at her waterline. “I love everything she fails to love about herself.”

“What’s on your mind?” “You.” I sigh a smile. “Who’s on your mind?” “Always you.” Now I chuckle. “Where’s your mind?” “Wherever you are.” “When is your mind?” I pull back, knowing there isn’t an ans— A smirk. “Never not thinking about you.” Ah, shit. I narrow my eyes. “Why is your mind?” He thinks for a second, holding my gaze. “If the why equals Nyla, then yes. Why is my mind.”

“Is it really true that the only good thing a Blackman can offer in a relationship with a white woman is thunderous sex? Of course, sex plays a vital healing role in every loving relationship. That is a fact of life. But, as we discover in the story of Glasgow Kiss, sex is not always the only thing that occupies a Blackman’s mind. On the contrary, when a man is as passionate, dedicated, committed and determined as Mamadu is to fight and hold onto his true love, irrespective of the numerous challenges he faces, he is able show that it is far more important to pay attention to his heartbeat than the growing erection in his trousers!”

“David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David, it was never enough. He graduated from an Ivy League school at the top of his class, and his parents were political royalty in America so he grew up in the spotlight with all of the luxuries one could imagine.”

“As a first-generation Ethiopian immigrant, Sheba had lived in Charleston since she turned five years of age. She was Ethiopian by birth, but American by preference. She had worked hard, studied and sacrificed plenty to get where she was today, no easy feat for someone who had just celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday. According to her friends, Sheba was a beauty, though when she looked in the mirror, she saw inevitable flaws; her cheekbones were too pronounced, her mouth a little too wide, her nose with that perturbing slant to it. Still, she accepted compliments gratefully, especially from her roommate, Janelle. Janelle was the true beauty, Sheba thought, with dark ebony skin so smooth that she could be a walking ad for Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate.”

“As Amani frantically diced the ingredients for her Pan seared Mahi-Mahi with Mango Salsa, she recalled her first meeting with him during a class he taught on the presentation of food and organization the previous year. Amani had been immediately drawn to the tall, serious Californian, and not just because of his looks. With dark wavy hair, strong features and the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen short of Paul Newman’s, David Spencer was everything Amani admired in a man, and then some. http://omadisonpress.com/romance/all-...”

“What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.”

“What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.”

“Stavano giocando con il fuoco. Si sarebbero scottati entrambi, ma lei sapeva che rischiava di avere la peggio. Era troppo fragile, troppo insicura e troppo innamorata per non soffrire di un gioco stupido come quello che Ben stava facendo. «Hai detto che non mi avresti nemmeno sfiorato» sussurrò sostenendo il suo sguardo e negli occhi chiari di lui lesse un abisso di desiderio e passione che la spaventarono. Lui non distoglieva gli occhi da quelli di lei ma sorrise. Mosse la mano in modo che non scivolò fuori da quella di Sarah ma le loro dita si intrecciarono e fu lui a stringere. «A meno che sia tu a chiedermelo» sussurrò poi. «Non te lo sto chiedendo» disse Sarah con voce rotta. Era confusa ed eccitata. Non poteva negarlo a stessa, ma non intendeva mostrare il fianco a lui diventando facile preda. «Non ancora» disse di nuovo lui con voce impercettibile e lo sguardo incupito dal desiderio represso.”

“I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt, push you in ways you never knew existed, expand your horizons in ways you never dreamt needed expanding…” Me too. “I want to show you that pleasure can be pain…” Whatever you want. “And pain can be pleasure…” Anything. “And that those worlds can be yours if you just let go and exist…” I’ll follow you anywhere. “I want to break you apart. And put you back together again.” I’m yours. “Beautiful, I want to make you fly.” Please. Anything.”

“Check the top 1000 books on Amazon. Most of them have a shirtless guy on the cover, because they're smutty "romance novels" (read: porn for women) about a girl being swept off her feet by one (or more) billionaire alpha-males. There are literally tens of thousands of books out there about shirtless billionaire alpha-male vampires who can't wait to mate with you. Lucky you! And women eat that shit up! Men, not so much. Men prefer to watch actual porn.”

“It's beautiful here," Rees murmured, watching the light play upon the water before returning his gaze to her. Mrs. Hollingsworth, his newest client, turned to him and forced a stiff smile. "Yes, money can buy all kinds of beautiful things," she said without a hint of emotion.”

“Brother, you men will never understand what a woman desires most in life. Fine clothes, delicious food, and honor are all incidental. What a woman wants is actually very simple: to be together for life. It's a pity that you men never understand, and I'm so glad I met him. I'm glad not for anything else, but that no matter how rich or poor our family was, he never had other thoughts. That fool has only had eyes for me from beginning to end, nothing else. -- Lin Qingwan, The Prestigious Family’s Young Lady and the Farmer [名门闺秀与农夫]”

“Brother, you men will never understand what a woman desires most in life. Fine clothes, delicious food, and honor are all incidental. What a woman wants is actually very simple: to be together for life. It's a pity that you men never understand, and I'm so glad I met him. I'm glad not for anything else, but that no matter how rich or poor our family was, he never had other thoughts. That fool has only had eyes for me from beginning to end, nothing else. ~~ Lin Qingwan”

“Hesitantly, he brushed back a few errant strands of her hair, his hand resting along the side of her face. "You have no idea how much I wish I could change thing." "I think I might," she whispered. His gaze dropped to her lips, causing her heart to race even faster. When he lowered his head, she held her breath, the memories of their first and only kiss flooding her, a kiss that seemed like it was a lifetime ago. She wanted to experience that again, to feel his lips on hers. She held perfectly still as he closed the distance between them, her breath catching. When his lips pressed against hers, his touch was soft, exquisite and tender, stirring a fire within her that she had never felt before. She pressed herself closer to him as he worked a hand into her hair. She wanted more of him. More of the precious connection between them that made her blood heat even as it filled her with an indescribable rightness. But almost as soon as their exploration of one another had begun, he pulled away, his breathing ragged and his expression pained. "I can't," he softly said, his voice coming out strangled. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't do this.”

“I will tell you the story of my life. The story of nameless events that I intentionally never wished to name. We give names to the things that we don’t want to forget, but I have no fear of forgetting. Events that are so dramatic that they affect the lives of us all are never forgotten. They are always remembered with the same intensity, whether they destroy your heart or make it glorious…”

“My speckled beauty,” Ariadne whispers in Iona’s ear, “You cannot know how you have captivated me. I dreamed of you, wished for you, ached for only you, perhaps even more than you did for me. Every second in your presence was exquisite torture. You must know how much power you have over me, then and now.”

“He kissed you! He f@*#king kissed you right in front of me," Wharick growled through his clenched teeth. Kathel looked up from the ground where he was now leaning up on his elbows, far too pleased with his performance and having a look of mischief on his face. "Would you prefer that I kiss her when we aren't in front of you?" he asked sarcastically.”

“Isn't he beautiful? His silky hair, his muscles so strong and powerful yet amazingly, he trembles slightly at my touch, and the more I stroke him, the more he leans into my hand," Keirah said her eyes remaining on the horse. Yes, Keirah, the horse is a fine one," Wharick said as he slowly walked closer to her. "What I said was not to you, Gwarda," she teased, "I was speaking to the horse.”