Amanda R

“It was the sound of her name being called that brought Shanna into full wakefulness.

"Shanna! Shanna! Don't go!"

It seemed a call of distress, lonely in the silence of night, and she could not mistake the voice. She flew from her bed and out onto the balcony, not pausing for her robe, and entered Ruark's room...

"Are you really there, Shanna? Or does my dream befuddle my sight?" His fingers closed lightly around her wrist and brought it against his lips. Kissing her soft skin, he murmured, "No maiden of my dreams could taste as sweet. Shanna, Shanna," he sighed. "I thought I had lost you."

She bent low to press her trembling mouth upon his. "Oh, Ruark," she breathed against his lips. "I thought I had lost you."

He laid an arm about her nape and pulled her down beside him, searching her eyes in the meager glow.

"I'll hurt your leg!" Shanna protested in concern.

"Come here!" he commanded. "I would know if this is a dream or more heady stuff.”
― Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, Shanna

“You deny our vows. You deny my rights. You abuse my pride and leave me nothing of yourself. You send me from you on some lackey's strength. You betray me at every turn."

Shanna met his glare and hurled a fierce reply. "You took my heart and set your fingers firm around it, then, no doubt delighted at your success, you rent it with unfaithfulness."

"Unfaithfulness is only from a husband. You play the same to me and yet do say I am no spouse."

"You plead you are my husband true and spite the suitors come to woo me."

"Yea!" Ruark raged. "Your suitors flock about your skirts in heated lust, and you yield them more than me."

Shanna paused before him, rage etched upon her face. "You're a churlish cad!"

"They fondle you boldly and you set not their hands away from you."

"A knavish blackguard!"

"You are a married woman!"

"I am a widow!"

"You are my wife!" Ruark shouted to be heard over the rising wind outside.”
― Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, Shanna

“Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”
― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

“You wanted to lick my face the first time you saw me? Is that usually what you do when you’re attracted to guys?”

I shake my head. “Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick.”

He smiles at me confidently. “Good. Because you’re the only girl I’ve ever had the urge to love.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless