249 Quotes About Western-romance

Fucking hell,” he whispered, closing his eyes. The pain in his face mirrored the deep ache in her bones. He lifted her hand to his mouth and traced his lips slowly across her palm. With incredible gentleness, he pulled her arm toward him and pressed a warm kiss to the pulse on her wrist, his breath washing over the delicate skin and casting a spell as bottomless and dark as shame.

Time to dance with the devil....

Horses ... horses made me happy, complete. Then and there in the middle of some state, in a wild state of being, I vowed I would own a horse again.

Last month, I didn't even have the prospect of a relationship. Now I've got one cowboy too many," she said.

A man who listened? Had she found the eighth wonder of the world?

What kind of woman am I?" she asked. "My kind." He grinned.

Sometimes you've got to get a machete and hack your way through the kudzu to make your own path in life.

He sauntered across the kitchen, six feet of male hotness and charm, heading in her direction like a drone missile locked on a target.

Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.