I Love Historical Romance, Absolutely Love It.

Every Man Has A Weakness," He Patiently Explained. "i'll Find Theirs, I Promise You." "every Man?" "yes," He Answered Emphatically. His Hand Moved To The Back Of Her Neck. Twisting Her Curls Around His Fist, He Jerked Her Head Back. His Face Loomed Over Hers, His Breath Warm And Sweet As He Stared Down Into Her Eyes. "what Is Your Weakness, Brodick?" She Asked. "you.

Everything Is Your Fault. You Made Me Fall In Love With You, And Now I'm So Upset I Can't Think Or Sleep Or Eat.

Lyon Knew She Wasn't Aware She Was Being Watched, Either. She Wouldn't Have Eaten The Leaf Otherwise, Or Reached For Another. “sir, Which One Is Princess Christina?” Andrew Asked Lyon, Just As Rhone Started In Choking On His Laughter. Rhone Has Obviously Been Watching Christina, Too. “sir?” “the Blond-headed One,” Lyon Muttered, Shaking His Head. He Watched In Growing Disbelief As Christina Daintily Popped Another Leaf Into Her Mouth. “which Blond-headed One?” Andrew Persisted. “the One Eating The Shrubs.

I Love You. We’re Getting Married, And That’s The Way It Is. Get Used To It.

Made­lyne, I Would Like To Speak To You In Pri­vate After Din­ner." "speak To Me About What?" Made­lyne De­manded With A Dis­grun­tled Look. "men And Their Horses," Dun­can Told Her