#jen

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#before-i-die #jenny-downham #tessa #love

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#intimate #love #tietjens #love

He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #love

What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his! ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #valentine-wannop #love

Her fingers clenched against his shoulder blades. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” “Do I not?” He threaded his hands gently around her neck. “I’m asking you to make love with me.” That word again. She opened her eyes. “Gareth,” she whispered. “Please. Don’t. This is hard enough—” She stopped speaking as his gaze pierced her. Incredible. Last night had seemed so intimate. And yet it had been so dark that she had not been able to see anything other than flashes of light, reflecting off the surface of his skin. Now she could look into his eyes. They were golden-brown. They were not cutting or dismissive. And even though she could see the desire smolder inside them, there was something else in them that turned her belly to liquid. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#gareth #jenny #proof-by-seduction #love

This made my father laugh. 'Mary made a cake, did she? Well, well. Better that than she should make a cake for herself, I suppose.' Peter then burst out: 'Why must you always be making a game of Mary? 'Tis not fair; 'tis not sporting. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #loyalty #mary-bennet

Hello, Mary.' It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#divine #innocent #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love

I love you,” he said, and he kissed me again. Feral. Possessive. I gasped out, “I love you too. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #love

Who should I send for now?” Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth. “You,” he whispered, holding her fingers to his lips. “Just you. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #marriage #sebastian-st-vincent #love

He was a successful general because he knew men. He knew that all men will go to hell over three things: alcohol, money . . . and sex. This fellow apparently hadn't. Better for him if he had! ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #men