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“To my unsuspecting love.
When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze.
I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I have lost my heart to you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you.
To be so near to you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you.
Where is your compassion when I need it most? Open your eyes , Love, and see what is right before you: that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately , in love with you.
Longing for you.”
― Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke

“If I could,â€� he went on, “I would remain like this indefinitely—clasped by you, held inside you, a part of you—without moving at all. When we make love, I fight climax with everything I have. I don’t want to come; I do not want it to end. No matter how long I make it last, it isn’t nearly long enough. I am furious when I cannot hold back any longer. Why, Jess? If all I seek is the physical relief of natural lust, just as I would seek sleep or food, why would I deny myself?â€�

She turned her head and caught his mouth with hers, kissing him desperately.

“Tell me you understand,� he demanded, his lips moving beneath hers. “Tell me you feel it, too.�

“I feel you,â€� she breathed, as intoxicated by his ardency as she was by the finest claret. “You have become everything to me.”
― Sylvia Day, Seven Years to Sin

“Oh, yes, she's unusual!" he said bitterly. "She blurts out whatever may come into her head; she tumbles from one outrageous escapade into another; she's happier grooming horses and hobnobbing with stable-hands than going to parties; she's impertinent; you daren't catch her eye for fear she should start to giggle; she hasn't any accomplishments; I never saw anyone with less dignity; she's abominable, and damnably hot at hand, frank to a fault, and â€� a darling!”
― Georgette Heyer, Sylvester or The Wicked Uncle

“Love will find a way against time itself.”
― Sylvia Day, Catching Caroline

“Dear Philip,

I don't imagine you will ever read this. If you do, it is bacause something dreadful has happened to me. I find myself in the hands of a dangerous man. I am determined to fight him but before I do, my heart demands that I write this note to tell you that I love you. I am sending my heart to you in this letter so it will be kept safe from whatever may happen to me tonight. I don't know if you want it or not, but it has always been yours.

With all my love,
Marianne”
― Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke

“You don't feel you could marry me instead? Got no brains, of course, and I ain't a handsome fellow, like Jack, but I love you. Don't think I could ever love anyone else.”
― Georgette Heyer, Cotillion

“He cupped my face in his hands. "Then listen to me, my blind, stubborn, darling friend. You stole my heart the night we met, when you sang that ridicuos song and dared me not to laugh. And every moment I have spent with you since then, you have stolen more and more of me until when you're not with me....." He drew in a breath. "When you are not with me, I am left with nothing but longing for you.”
― Julianne Donaldson

“I choose to believe that my father is still alive, that he has survived death, outlived us all, and possesses the soul that goes on and lives forever; We just cannot see him yet, for we have not caught up with him. our time will come just as his did. and no matter how woeful and lost I was when he passed away, I know I will be glad to go to a place where I can see him, and know he is okay and happy. It’s just not my time yet and there is no way of knowing if any of it is true." - Jane Adams”
― Noorilhuda, The Governess

“Miss Grantham ordered me to my room and told me no man would ever wish to marry me if I did not learn to behave like a lady. But Miss Grantham always behaves like a lady, and no man has ever wished to marry her, either, so if it really makes no difference in the end, I don’t see why I shouldn’t at least have fun!”
― Sheri Cobb South, A Dead Bore

“Had he not been the keeper of the flame, of anguish, trapped under the brilliance of what she had been to him? He had been a man of permanence, how could he have swayed to emotion like this?”
― Noorilhuda, The Governess

“Deny it to yourself, but never to me.”
― Julia Justiss, A Scandalous Proposal

“This is your home,â€� he said. ‘You are mistress of Finchley Park, Vanessa. You may do whatever you wish.â€�
Her smile broadened.
‘Within reason,â€� he added hastily.”
― Mary Balogh, First Comes Marriage

“One could easily mistake that softness for weakness, particularly when coupled with her shyness and blushes. He had done so. He’d thought she required guidance, polishing, perfecting.
But she hadn’t.
She didn’t.
James could see that now. Just as he’d seen evidence of her strength, her confidence, her conscience. Qualities that were as striking as her beauty.”
― Mimi Matthews, A Lady of Conscience

“Men, she knew, were not to be trusted. They had their courting face--all politeness, and bows, and compliments, and "May I have this dance?" And then they had the face they wore to stare down at their peas as they avoided the gaze of their wife across the dinner table. Worse still, she knew, she knew, that there were some very respectable, dignified, and exceedingly polite gentlemen who wore quite another face entirely behind closed doors. This was a cruel face of power wielded over another--a horse, a servant, even a wife.”
― Olivia Elliott, A Dangerous Man to Trust?

“But you must remember, Mr. Thornton, no choices are free choices for a lady. We are always compelled in one way or another.”
― Olivia Elliott, A Dangerous Man to Trust?

“When she looked up, he was still gazing at her. Serafina had felt eyes on her before when she had been out in society, and she had never appreciated the feeling. She always felt like a piece of mutton hanging in a shop window, the gentlemen peering through the glass, sizing her up, imagining how she might taste compared to some other piece of meat on offer that day. This was not that feeling.”
― Olivia Elliott, A Dangerous Man to Trust?

“She wasn’t exactly sure what Lord Waverly saw in her work, but that was the beauty of art. Everyone saw something a little different.”
― Laura Rollins, A Pocket of Stars

“Annabella was like a light, a beam of pure joy. She radiated kindness and creativity. She helped him sort through his struggles, and she ignited something inside him no one else had.”
― Laura Rollins, A Pocket of Stars

“I would unravel the stars from the sky if it would make you mine forever.”
― Mihwa Lee, Lady Asilia's Gamble

“He kissed her deeply then, pouring all his heart into their interweaving lips and souls. This kiss held love, not lust; promise, not hope; relief, not fear.”
― Mihwa Lee, Saving Mr. Pembroke: A steamy, smutty, witty Regency Interracial romance novel, and Happily Ever After, Regency romance book for women on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited, Rogues Worth Saving Series Book 2

“I love you, John.â€� It was the only time in his life he’d heard that sweet utterance. Those four little words were to be the making and undoing of John Barrington: the source of his greatest happiness and deepest sorrows.”
― Charlotte Brentwood, Heart of a Gentleman

“Naturally he underestimated her. He knew nothing about the strength of her convictions or about the lengths she was willing to go for a noble cause.”
― Mimi Matthews, A Lady of Conscience

“She was lovely, of course. But it wasn’t that which had beguiled him so thoroughly against his will -- against his self-interest and his reason. It was the softness of her. The tender gravity in her gaze, and the reticence in her manner.”
― Mimi Matthews, A Lady of Conscience

“Luke realized he was staring at Denton, and hoped he only seemed like a man dubious of the intellect of the fairer sex.

And not what he was. A man who knew that women were easily as smart as men, and quite often far smarter.

But that Grace Chetwood was vapid, distractible, spoiled, self-indulgent, and infuriating.”
― Lark Maitland

“For the mediocre man, a stupid wife is necessary, to maintain his illusion of intellectual prowess. But a genuine thinker does best with a partner of the mind. To keep him sharp, keep him striving.”
― Lark Maitland, Ash and the Butterfly

“Luke marveled that two years had passed, and yet the woman elicited precisely the same uncomfortable mix of reactions in him. He wanted a stiff drink. He wanted to step closer to her. He wanted to call her out for calculated provocation. He wanted to study her closely enough that he discovered the precise root of his powerful, unrelenting fascination with her. And then he wanted to use that information to excise said fascination once and for all. Surgically, if necessary.”
― Lark Maitland, Ash and the Butterfly

“God, he irritated himself. There was nothing revolutionary about a voluptuous woman reaching for an orange. Most of Western art was voluptuous bloody women reaching for fruit. He was a very ordinary, boring man for responding to such a reliably sensual image.”
― Lark Maitland, Ash and the Butterfly

“But Clara didn't much care that she was being impertinent. This was her future on the line. Much better to be slightly off-putting than married to a wretch of a man.”
― Kristi Ann Hunter, Frankly, My Dear Clara

“I find an easy smile and a quiet tongue make most of them happy.'
She frowned. 'I'm not certain I can do that.'
'Me neither.”
― Kristi Ann Hunter, Frankly, My Dear Clara

“I see no difference between a second son and a third.'

'Aside from the number of hunting accidents standing between you and the title?”
― Kristi Ann Hunter, Frankly, My Dear Clara