#historic

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#horror #mystery-suspense #home

You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff ↗

— Tessa Dare

#romance #sweet #love

Would you like me to court you?” the earl finally asked. YES. She smoothed her hands over her skirts to keep from confessing it aloud. “I would like to know if you are,” she replied. “Or what your intentions are, if you aren’t.” “My intentions . . .” His slow smile acted like a torch held to her skin. She felt prickly with heat and yet transfixed by the glowing allure of it. “I intend to have you, Maggie, in every way a man can have a woman. I want your hand in mine while we dance. I want you laughing beside me in the theater. I want you lying naked in my arms at night. And I want you standing beside me in church, saying ‘I will.’ ↗

— Caroline Linden

#historical-romance #i-love-the-earl #love

There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: "Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle?" "No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries." "These are just the ... the unfound." When she could speak again. From the whole war?" The man shook his head. "Just these fields." Elizabeth sat on the steps. "No one told me. My God no one told me, ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#love

I love you enough to keep you from dying with me... ~ Dane de Falaise ↗

— Gayle Mullen Pace

#medieval #romance #love

She had covered herself in frost, so every part of her grew cold and would not feel, because of that single part that longed to hear that word, yet had never known the hope, or expectation, that it would. ↗

— Shehanne Moore

#love #love

He didn’t deserve compassion. Sympathy. Not even understanding. He deserved worse, far worse than he had ever been given. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#historical-romance #love #romance #love

Venne un giorno che alla svolta del sentiero della Palascia la strinsi tanto fra le braccia da toglierle il respiro: alzò gli occhi verso di me e per la prima volta mi guardò in modo diverso, come se avesse capito. ↗

— Maria Corti

#historical-fiction #italian #love #love

She told him ... how her heart had fairly skipped a beat when she'd seen him standing in the middle of the road dressed as a true Highland warrior. "If I hadna been in love wi' you already, I'd have fallen in love wi' you then." He grinned, his whiskery face unbearably bonnie even with its cuts and bruises. "So you like the sight of me in a pladdie, aye?" "Aye--and wi' braids in your hair." She leaned down and kissed him. "But I think red paint looks silly. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#scotsman #love

It was a warm and natural feeling to be there. We were not black or white people. We were just people bound together by love and understanding. As I walked out of that church, I felt like I had rediscovered my inner peace. From "Lizzie After The War" by www.Nancy B. Brewer.com----Amazon/kindle/Nook ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#historical-romance #love