I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.

Marriage is supposed to be a union between two equals who love and support each other, not a master-slave relationship in which the man commands a docile woman.

A man.A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.

Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.

You expect me to come and work for you dressed up as a man?” I gasped.

Yes, and you did it spectacularly. They were the best non words ever not spoken.

His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.

His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.

His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near – and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.