I Love Historical Romance, Absolutely Love It.

Iain Didn't Go Back To Sleep For A Long While. He Continued To Think About All The Logical Reasons He Would Never Allow Himself To Be Turned Into A Lovesick Weakling Like Patrick, And When He Finally Fell Asleep, He Had Convinced Himself That He Would Distance His Heart From His Mind. He Dreamed About Her.

I Like Writing About Friends.

She Surprised Him By Agreeing. "yes, I Was Simply Curious, And No, I Would Never Criticize You In Front Of Your Followers. Do You Have The Patience To Endure One More Question, Husband?" "what Is It?" "when Do You Suppose You'll Leave Me Behind?

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.

Physical Beauty Should Have No Importance In A Lasting Relationship.