#romance

Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers. ↗

— Emma Calin

#love-stories #lovers #romance #romance-novel #love

I write about romance and passion to savour love twice, in the moment and in retrospect. ↗

— Angeline M. Bishop

#novels #passion #reflection #romance #writers

Would you like me to court you?” the earl finally asked. YES. She smoothed her hands over her skirts to keep from confessing it aloud. “I would like to know if you are,” she replied. “Or what your intentions are, if you aren’t.” “My intentions . . .” His slow smile acted like a torch held to her skin. She felt prickly with heat and yet transfixed by the glowing allure of it. “I intend to have you, Maggie, in every way a man can have a woman. I want your hand in mine while we dance. I want you laughing beside me in the theater. I want you lying naked in my arms at night. And I want you standing beside me in church, saying ‘I will.’ ↗

— Caroline Linden

#historical-romance #i-love-the-earl #love

La vida tiene una interesante forma de cambiar tus planes y de cambiar incluso aquello que crees que quieres. ↗

— Victoria Alexander

#love

He [Ryan] narrowed his eyes. "You know, Dr. Jones, I don't think you're pretending to be thick. You just don't get it. Yes, I want to live in this house. It's a good spot to raise children. Look at that, you went white as a ghost. God, that's one of the things I love about you. You're always so shocked when someone interrupts the logic. And I love you, Miranda, beyond sense. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#love

I went mad before he did, you killed everything in me. Kiss me,will you. Stop defending yourself. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#katharine #love #michael-ondaatje #novel #romance

I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#romance #love

She smiled, content in knowing no one had ever loved her as much as Lucas, and now she knew why. Because no one could love her more, or better, than the demon king. ↗

— J.L. Sheppard

#paranormal-romance #romance #love

Lost: Heartbeat. Last seen being chased away by an Irishman’s shameless grin. Reward if returned. ↗

— Whitney K.E.

#irish-romance #love #romance #romance-novels #love

No perfection can last forever. Time tears at it; wears it down until it's nothing, just an empty shell. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#romance #sob-story #story-of-the-broken-hearted #love