Quotes by Teresa Medeiros

Before you came into my life, I believed that God had abandoned me. Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure. ~Sir Bannor

Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world..Morgan MacDonnell

I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to want you,” he added fiercely, taking one measured step toward her, then another. “And I sure as hell don’t want to love you. But, God help me, I just can’t stop myself.” Closing the rest of the distance between them in a single stride, he snatched her up by the shoulders, his burning gaze searching her face as if to sear her features into his memory. “I don’t want to marry you because I love you too much to ask you to spend the rest of your life hiding in the shadows.

Of course not! I knew you would protect me. You swore that you were strong enough to protect Vivienne, didn’t you? How can you promise to protect my sister, but not trust yourself to keep me safe?” The music swelled to a crescendo. Although Adrian kept her imprisoned against the muscular length of his body, he gave up all pretense of dancing. “Because I don’t lose my wits every time Vivienne walks into a room. I don’t toss and turn in my bed every night dreaming of making love to her. She doesn’t drive me to distraction with her endless questions, her incessant snooping, her harebrained schemes.” His voice rose. “I can trust myself to protect your sister because I’m not in love with her!

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

Max: Youll never be good enough to deserve her, you know.Ash: God doesnt always give you what you deserve, Ash said quietly. Sometimes he gives you what you cant live without.

Me mum always told me the rich was blessed, but I thought she was talkin about gold. She leaned over to cackle in his ear, then actually patted him on the head as if he was some slavering lapdog. You might have escaped the gallows, lad, but you was already well hung.

As he shook off his servant’s grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face.Samantha gasped.A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended down his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the skin around it taut. It had once been an angel’s face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphim.

Stand and yield, she called out, her voice far steadier than her hands. For I cannot allow you to pass. Bannors crooked grin was somehow more intimidating than a snarl. Twould have been far easier to despise him if hed been cursed with horns and a tail instead of twinkling blue eyes and a dimple in his jaw. What would you have me yield, my lady? My sword or my heart?-willow&bannor-

How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn hed been in this room with her only seconds ago?

Arians ebony hair was spread in a shimmering fan around her shoulders, reminding Tristan absurdly of Snow White in her glass coffin. Even in death, hadnt the deceptive blush of life stained Snow Whites pallid cheeks? Hadnt her rosebud lips parted as if to welcome a kiss from a prince who might never come? Hadnt the creamy swell of her breasts tantalized every hopelessly naive kid in the theater into daring to believe her chest would rise just one more time?

I see a man, she said softly. A man with the roar of cannons still ringing in his ears. A man bloodied by life, but not beaten. A man with a scar that draws his mouth into a frown when he might actually long to smile.

He caught her bythe shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. Do you think youre so charming in that silly little nightdress that I cant resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it comes to you?B-b-but I—Well, youre right, he shouted. I dont!With that, his lips came down on hers

Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.

Elizabeth Taylor was an incurable romantic at heart. She never gave up on the notion that a love strong enough to last a lifetime was waiting for her around the next corner.

Its true that romance novels do detail the courtship phase of a relationship. We usually write And they lived happily ever after before our heroine starts snoring or our hero starts tossing his socks over the hamper.

“I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to want you,” he added fiercely, taking one measured step toward her, then another. “And I sure as hell don’t want to love you. But, God help me, I just can’t stop myself.” Closing the rest of the distance between them in a single stride, he snatched her up by the shoulders, his burning gaze searching her face as if to sear her features into his memory. “I don’t want to marry you because I love you too much to ask you to spend the rest of your life hiding in the shadows.”

“He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.”