All Quotes By Tag: Romance

“A man doesn’t want to be rejected. We’re really quite sensitive.’Sensitive?’ She laughed, her head on one side. ‘Sensitive egos you mean. Never met a man who didn’t have one of those.”

“What have you done with Hetty?” he demanded.”Listened to her incessant prattle, complaints, tears, demands, artless conversation and recriminations for more than twenty-four hours. You will be pleased to know I didn’t touch her—if I had I would have throttled her. Take her away, if you please. I’d rather spend the rest of my life a pauper than have to spend even another day with the divine Miss Chippie.”

“We make a pretty good team, huh?””The best. In fact, I was planning to do this when we got back to the Fairmont, but suddenly I don’t want to wait.””For what?”Reaching into the pocket of his black pinstripe suit coat, he retrieved a huge square-cut diamond ring and slid it onto her left hand. “What do you say we make this partnership official?”Tears flooded her eyes. “Do you promise to love me forever?”His blue eyes went dark with desire and love as he nodded. “Forever and ever.””Pinky swear?”He smiled and wrapped his little finger around hers. “Pinky swear”She leaned in to kiss him. “Then you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Maybe none of us can choose who we love, Cas. None of the lucky ones, anyway. The only choice we have is how we serve that love. And Ethan’s made his choice. What about you? Are you going to reject it, or make the best of what you’ve been given?”

“I can think of only one good solution to this dilemma,” Diego said, having spent the entire night developing a plan.You sneak into the school and carry her off?” Gaspar quipped.That is the not-so-good solution. And it would be very difficult to sneak into a house full of women without raising an alarm.”A cloud descended on Gaspar’s brow. “I was not serious. Kidnapping is not a choice.”

“I wanted to apologize but what could I say? I’m sorry but I’m afraid my fangs might freak you out. Oh and by the way my eyes sort of glow in the dark when I get excited. I hope you’re cool with that.”

“It was a question of insurmountable proportions. A single word that held every fear he had ever had-and every wish he had ever made on those cursed stars. She needn’t say more. In a single syllable, she had said more than he wanted to hear in an entire lifetime.”

“Having declared a passion for his wildness, she had sought from the beginning to tame him.”

“It was now twenty minutes past four in the morning, allowing for the fact that the clock in the library of his town house was four minutes slow, as it had been for as far back as he could remember.He eyed it with a frown of concentration. Now that he came to think about it, he must have it set right one of these days.Why should a clock be forced to go throught its entire existence four minutes behind the rest of the world? It was not logical.The trouble was though, that if the clock were suddenly right, he would be forever confused and arriving four minutes early — or did he mena late? — for meals and various other appointments. That would agitate his servants and cause consternation in the kitchen.It was probably better to leave the clock as it was.”

“There was another reason why I wasn’t ready to tell you all this that night in the airport.””What other reason?””Guess what today is?””Um, Tuesday?””Even better. It comes around once every four years. Last day of February? Ringing any bells?” He let that settle for a long moment before he curled his face into the half grin she loved so much. “It’s leap day, baby.”

“Brooke?” he finally found the sense to ask. “What are you doing here?””I need a gun.”This was not how his dream was supposed to go.”

“Was it enough to wear the night with me just once? I am unsatisfied.”

“So, how is it that you don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked boldly.Joel shrugged.“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” There was no way that he’d never had a girlfriend.He shrugged again.“You’re not serious.”“You’re surprised?”“I’m sorry, do you own a mirror?”Joel laughed in that I’ll-never-understand-women kind of way. “I’ve never wanted one,” he admitted, though it seemed that there was more to it.“What? A mirror? Or a girlfriend?”He laughed again, even harder this time. “A girlfriend.”“Are you gay?” He smiled. “No, I’m not gay.”“Oh.” I blushed. Why was I being so nosy all of a sudden?”

“Like a battalion of marines at roll call, her neck hairs marshaled to five-alarm status. She stumbled back to her desk, jerked open the botton drawer, retrieved a pair of Nighthawk binoculars, fixed the scopes on him, and fiddled with the focus. Gotcha. Hair the colour of coal. Chocolate brown eyes. A five-o’clock shadow ringing his craggy jawline. Handsome as the day was long…He sauntered towards her, oozing charisma from every pore. Charlee forgot to breathe. And then he committed the gravest sin of all, knocking her world helter-skelter. The scoundrel smiled.”

“Poppy: What makes you think I’m having dinner with you?Jake: Because you can’t sit in your room and eat ice cream and chips two nights in a row. You’ll get scurvy. You need vitamin C.”