Chris Lange Quotes

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.

To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.

God, please God, touch me, inflame me, burn me, drive me insane with desire but don't let go of me, do not let go of me. - GABRIEL -

Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him in.

My lord, I’d rather be alone.” His smile vanished. Not a single muscle in his body bulged, but the color of his eyes turned to dark ashes.“And I’d rather not.

Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. "I desire you so much". His whisper melted her heart. His soft touch set her ablaze.

So tall and lithe in his suede and leather outfit. So utterly gorgeous it almost ached to look at him.