… Looking at her, I think I know better what romantic love is.”… she asked, “What is it?”“It is parental love,” he answered thoughtfully. “Wanting to protect and keep the other person safe. As well as the love of friendship - esteeming the other person, even desiring each other’s company beyond all others. And it is lust,” he said, meeting her eyes, and was rewarded with seeing them darken, her breath becoming slightly unsteady, one little word jerking her out of her clinical assessment. He smiled, a predatory, seductive grin. “The physical needing of the other person, the quickened pulse, the sweaty heat.” His hand, which still rested on hers, began slowly moving, his fingers dancing over her skin. “Combining them makes the result greater than its individual parts. Because it produces something else. It creates … a steadiness. A strength. I can’t explain it well - being only an outside observer - but I only know that out of my friends' relationships, my sister‘s marriage is the epitome of grace.

******"Nasıl istersen sevgilim.""Bana Charlotte diye hitap etmeni tercih ederim. 'Sevgilim', 'Düşes Hanımefendileri' ve hatta 'Düşes' diye bile değil. Sadece Charlotte.""Ah. Pekala. Eğer yine de sen bana Phillip dışında, başka bir şekilde hitap etmek istersen, bilmeni isterim ki ben özellikle 'Haşmetmeapları' demen taraftarıyım."Charlotte başını yana eğdi."Neden orada duralım ki? Neden arkasından bir de Majesteleri demeyelim ki?"Phillip krallara layık bir reveransla karşılık verdi. "Madem ısrar ediyorsunuz."*******"Günden güne daha düşüncesiz ve kaba bir adam olup çıktığımı hissediyorum. Bu sabah uyandığımda, ilk düşüncem sırtımı ovman için seni uyandırmak oldu. Sadece o eşsiz hakimiyetim sayesinde kendimi yatak odana girmekten alıkoyabildim."*******"Senin yaptığın her şey beni baştan çıkarıyor zaten. Yapman gereken tek şey nefes almak, sonra ben ne istersen yaparım.

The sun glanced off a long, wicked looking knife in the Comanche's grip. At least Cash wouldn't have long to mourn. The other Indians held similar weapons, but they hung back as their leader knelt next to Sullivan. He muttered something, low and guttural, a single syllable that sounded like an insult, then picked up a lock of Sullivan's hair. The knife descended toward his scalp. "No!" Reese shouted. "Me." The Comanche paused and stared at him with a spark of interest, almost admiration. But that couldn't be since the Indian had no idea what Reese was saying. He continued to try anyway. "Me first." He struggled, wishing he could use his hands to point at himself. "Shut the hell up, Reese," Sullivan said. "What possible difference does it make who they kill first?" "Who knows what might happen. While they're working on me, anyone could show up and save the rest of you." "In that case, me first," Cash drawled. "Me." "No. Yo primero!""Kid, I'm the only one without a wife and far too many children. No one would miss me." "I would." The words were punctuated by the distinct sound of a rifle being cocked. All eyes turned toward the man who had appeared at the edge of the clearing. Cash's sigh of relief was in direct contrast to the sneer in his voice. "About damn time, Rev. We've been waitin' on you.

Od onog časa kad ste me vi počeli mrziti, ja sam vas počeo ljubiti. (...) Sav moj život od onog časa bio je prazan, nikad mi srce nije u ljubavi zadrhtalo, nikad propatilo, nikad žena nije potresla moju dušu. (...) Svojim glasom koji mi je prodirao u dušu posijali ste u meni onu klicu iz koje je proklijala moja bezumna ljubav. Ljubio sam vas bez nade, bez cilja, divlje poput luđaka i nježno poput djeteta. Sva moja divlja ćud promijenila se u janje što leži do nogu svog gospodara i onda kad ga odgurne. A kad sam poslije govorio s vama, bio sam osoran i grub, a ipak, svaka moja gruba riječ milovala vas je tajno, svaki moj hladni pogled kriomice vas je cjelivao. Svaki moj divlji, sablažnjiv čin bio je krinka - da sakrijem svoju beznadnu ljubav. Vi ste se grozili od mene, smatrali me svojim zlotvorom, a pred vama je bio nesretnik koji nije želio ništa drugo nego da mu dopustite da vas spasi iz ruku progonitelja! Ali vi to niste osjetili, vi o tom niste razmišljali. Kako je velika i beskrajna bila moja ljubav, tako je velika i beskrajna bila vaša mržnja. Šutio sam i patio...Danas bih kleknuo i blagoslivljao sve te svoje boli, jer su mi donijele najveću sreću o kojoj se nikad nisam usudio pomišljati ni u snu.

Lord Randall barreled inside, brandishing his cane in Drew's face."You beggarly knave, I was told this marriage was in name only! Who gave you permission to consummate the vows?""Theodore Hopkin, governor of this colony, representative of the kind, and it's going to cost you plenty, for that daughter of yours is nothing but trouble. What in the blazes were you thinking to allow her an education?"Drew bit back his smile at the man's shocked expression. Nothing like landing the first punch.Lord Randall furrowed his bushy gray brows."I knew not about her education until it was too late."Drew straightened the cuffs of his shirt. "Well, be prepared to pay dearly for it. No man should have to suffer through what I do with the constant spouting of the most addlepated word puzzles you could imagine."-----------------------------------------"I require fifteen thousand pounds."Lord Randall spewed ale across the floor. "What! Surely drink has tickled your poor brain. You're a FARMER, you impudent rascal. I'll give you five thousand."Drew plopped his drink onto the table at his side, its contents sloshing over the rim. A satisfied smile broke across his face."Excellent." He stood."When will you take her back to England with you? Today? Tomorrow?"The old man's red-rimmed eyes widened. "I cannot take her back. Why, she's already birthed a child!" Drew shrugged. "Fifteen thousand or I send her AND the babe back, with or without you.

Da sam ja car radio bih ovo: Nastupajući na prijestolje okrunio bih se svim krunama koje bi mi donijeli. Prisegao bih na sve ustave koje bi mi predložili. Potvrdio bih sve privilegije što ih ima povijest. Okupio bih na dvoru u blještavom sjaju sve velikaše, plemiće i sve popove. Zasuo bih te ljude častima, naslovima i ordenima. Iskitio bih njihova prsa, a onda bi radio mimo ustava, mimo privilegija. Kršio bih iz dana u dan sve što sam potvrdio. Radio bih po svojem i sa svim zanosom uvjeravao ih kako je sve to laž. U korist velikaša i plemića i popova! Kad bi prigovarali priredio bih bogate dinee, sjajne svečanosti; odlikovao ih ljubaznim prijateljstvom, obasipao ih novim titulama kao pokladnim prhuticama. Vozio bih se s njima u svečanim sjajnim povorkama u kojima bi imali prva mjesta. Gospoda bi uživala, a narod zadivljen dvorskim sjajem, klicao bi svima. Da, velčanstvo, masi treba blještavila, carskog sjaja, a ne jednostavnosti. Vjerujte, veličanstvo, masi svih staleža više imponira sjajan šesteropreg nego tucet plemenitih ideja; više imponira carska krunidba, za koju se potroše milijuni, i parada u kojoj se pregazi desetak majki s djecom, nego stotinu tisuća bijelih hljebova kojima biste nahranili sirote. Ja bih na sve pristao, sve prevario: neprijatelje bih vezao, progonio i uništio, prijatelje bih tovio, i tada bi pobjeda bila sigurna.

Hoćeš li se prezirno nasmiješiti ovom bijelom papiru što je samilosno primio šapat jednog srca koje si ti zapalila sunčanim žarom? Nemoj se smiješiti, jer blijedi će papir proplakati nevidljivim suzama, a krv kojom su pisane riječi, otkinute iz ranjave duše - problijedit će. Ti ne znaš tko sam i gdje sam. Od tebe me dijeli i nebo i zemlja. Sunce je daleko od tebe, ali ono te grli svojom zlatnom toplinom. Zvijezde su daleko od tebe, ali one ti šapću drhtavim svojim titranjem u tihoj ljubavnoj noći. Ja sam još dalje od tebe, a ipak - budim te ujutro glasnim kucajima srca svoga, uspavljujem te uvečer šapatom pjesme zakopane ljubavi svoje. Kad sjedim osamljen u noćnoj tami i slušam šušanj lišća, tad mislim da je to šušanj tvoje haljine. Kad slušam pjev ptica šumskih, mislim da slušam tvoj čarobni glas. Kad gleda kako se budi sunčani dan, osjećam da si to ti! Krv iz moje desnice donijet će ti pjesmu što je moje grudi pjevaju tebi. Ne, na svijetu nema ništa dragocjenjijeg od bijelog papira i rujne krv iz mojih žila. Da mogu naći papir velik kao cijela zemlja, i da na njega potrošim svu krv svoga tijela, još mi srce ne bi moglo iskazati svu ljubav što je osjećam za te. Znam da si vjerna, znam da si nedostižna, ali sam sretan jer mi je sva grud ispunjena tobom...

Dün gece senin yatağındaydım!" diye suçladı Amanda,gözleri kederle büyümüştü."Dün gece beni defalarca öptün.Sevgili olduğumuzu sanıyordum."Cliff'in yüzü bembeyaz kesildi. Konuşmakta zorlanıyordu. "Biz sevgili değiliz. Dün gece bir hataydı. Bir daha asla olmayacak. Sen hala bakiresin.""Kısmen!" Genç kadın yaklaştı, bir yandan da başını sallıyordu. "Bana sarıldın ve beni öptün. Dilin boğazımın içinde, elin bacaklarımın arasındaydı! Sevgili olmadığımızı nasıl söyleyebiliyorsun?"Cliff yüzünün kıpkırmızı olduğunun farkındaydı. "Kontrolümü kaybettim," diye çabaladı."Ayrıca bu ilk değildi!" diye bağırırken titriyordu Amanda. "Fırtınadan sonra gemideyken...Rüya gördüğümü sanmıştım ama görmemiştim değil mi? Benimle gemide de seviştin!""Kontrolümü kaybettim" diye gergin bir şekilde tekrarladı. Ne kadar aptalca konuşuyordu. "Müthiş güzeldin ve çok çekiciydin ama bu yanlış. Sen bir kocayı hakediyorsun..""Ben bir koca istemiyorum. Seni istiyorum."Cliff öylece bakakaldı. Amanda da ona bakıyordu, yüzü solmuş ve titriyordu. Cliff sarsılmış bir halde, "Seni sevgilim yapmam," demeyi başardı. "Bir gecelik ön sevişme bizi sevgili yapmaz. Şehvete kapılmıştım ama sadece seni rahatlatmak istedim.

Her feet moved into the vast space, but all she couldsee was Cyrus. He strode through the room the way acaptain commands his ship. Was it possible his maroon bruise made him more dashing? He was a fine sight in a black broadcloth coat. Hersalacious gaze dropped to a brass button lower on hiswaistcoat. The metal glimmered, winking at her withflirtatious intent very near the tuft of hair she rememberedso well at his navel. The corner of Cyrus’s mouth crooked. If shelooked ready to devour him, he read the message onher face, no words required. “Claire.” He said her name like a treasured sound. Then, herlandlord bent low over her hand, kissing her knucklesand keeping her fingers in a tender hold.Her flesh sung a merry tune recalling how she’dgripped those broad shoulders of his in a fit of passion.Was that only two nights ago? Her cheeks turned hotat the memory. Cyrus rose to his full height, holding her hand. Heplanted a kiss on her forehead. “Mmmm…” he hummed approvingly. “You smellof almonds.” His lips lingered on her hairline, givingher another soft kiss. “And vanilla, I think. Somethingyou cooked?” He breathed in her scent, standing close yet notintimidating in the least. His own smell was cleanand starched with a hint of coffee. She reached high,touching his face like a woman with every right topartake of the feast he offered. “It’s face powder.” One finger stroked the smoothsquare of his jaw, her voice curving with amusement. “Today I join the ranks of ladies who meet for luncheon,and I can’t be sure if I’ve been lured here orgoaded by one very challenging man put on earth toharass my senses.” She caressed his jaw, the grain of his skin smoothto the touch. He must’ve shaved in the last hour. Hismouth quirked sideways, pressing the maroon bruisehigher up his cheek. “Something tells me you’re the perfect woman tosoothe such a man or put him in his place.” His pewterstare flicked over her exposed skin, settling on hercleavage. “As to your senses, I shall treat them withthe utmost care.

They sat in a sphere of quiet, save the sound of theirbreathing and the carriage’s creaks and sways. Outside,the coachman yelled his encouragement to the steedsmoving them forward. The whole carriage cocoonedthem in a peculiar world with the heaven’s wool-thickmists pressing against the windows. Her hand didn’t stop rubbing his neck, but sheshifted her leg, bending her knee to rest her leg onhis thigh. Her patten slipped off, dropping to the floorwith a thud. Cyrus’s head moved off the squab. “Are youundressing for my benefit?” His smile’s wicked curve played on her. From herstays to her drawers, everything was too tight, toomuch against her skin. Cyrus reached for her handworking his neck muscles. He brought it to his lips andkissed her knuckles thrice with slow adoration. “We don’t have to stop,” she said, her voice breathyand quick. “I’m sure you have more aches and pains.” Mid-kiss, he smiled against the back of her hand, hiswarm breath brushing her skin. “There are so many ways a man could go withthat.” Humor lightened his voice. “But I’m sure youmean to provide tender care to my neck only.” She grinned at her unintended innuendo. This wasthe experience she craved—to flirt and tease, to kissand touch. Cyrus put his lips to her wrist, marking herwith hot kisses. A spangle of pleasure shot up her arm. “You would break down the meanest soul withyour soft heart.” He set her hand on the blanket’sscratchy folds, his thumb caressing her wrist. “High praise, indeed, sir.” Tinseled sparks danced across her skin, not lettingher recover from those gentle touches, his lips to herarm. He stroked a lone finger on her hand that restedbetween them. “And you don’t care one bit that I’m the son of aMidland swine farmer, do you?” Cyrus asked the unexpected question, but his voiceconveyed confidence in her answer. Was her chivalrousbrawler showing a hidden spot? She peered athim, wanting a better view of his shadowed features. How was she to decipher this latest turn? The carriage bumped and rocked, and the outsidecandle lantern swung another shaft of light inside. Hisquicksilver stare pinned her. “Miss Mayhew, have you ever wondered how afreehold farmer got to be in such a fine place?