Shana Abé is an American author of romance novels. She is a past winner of the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award and has won numerous Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Awards.
She was spirit and presence, as rare and brilliant as snowflakes in sunlight, and he could not bring himself to harm her.
I want. . . a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you in the museum. Before that. I wanted every part of you from the first time I felt you, your presence. I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. So you're going to have to become used to that, Rue. It won't change. " (Christoff to Rue)
Trust you? Rue--trust you? You counterfeited your own death rather than wed me. You told me you'd rather die than stay in Darkfrith. I can't--I don't know how to fix that. I don't know how to mend it. Tell me. " He took a step toward her. "Tell me, and I'll do it.
I didn't ask you to catch me!" "You're so delightful when you're irrational. Of course I'm going to catch you. " He slid a hand behind her nape and kissed her again. "It's what I do.
I want to love, and be loved.
All that effort,” he mused, “merely to avoid me. How gratifying.
Is that why you came?' 'No, I came because I simply can't get enough of people looking down their noses at me. The girls at school are getting frightfully lax about it. ' 'Are they? How remiss of them. We're taught from the cradle how to look down our noses, you know, we rich sons of bitches. Perhaps Westcliffe's curriculum is a tad too liberal these days.
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
Lia: "You've changed your mind about wanting to marry me. You're afraid I'll burn down your home. Embarrass you in front of all the other city brutes. " Zane: "I'm afraid," he said gently, "that you will burn down my heart.
My dowry is thirty-five. A year. ” His brows climbed. “You’re joking. ” “I would never joke about money with a notorious thief. Just imagine, in a mere two years you’re at a profit. ” “How I adore a woman who does mathematics in her head. ” “I can forge signatures as well. ” “Splendid. Exactly the bride I’ve been hoping for.