I'm An American And I Want Instant

Time Has No Meaning, Love Will Endure.

It's An Odd Thing About Love. When Someone You Love Cries, Your Heart Melts. But When Someone You Don't Love Cries, You Look At Them And Think, Why Are You Telling 'me' This?

You Should Really Stay True To Your Own Style. When I First Started Writing, Everybody Said To Me, 'your Style Just Isn't Right Because You Don't Use The Really Flowery Language That Romances Have.' My Romances - Compared To What's Out There - Are Very Strange, Very Odd, Very Different. And I Think That's One Of The Reasons They're Selling.

He Was The Most Perfectly Formed Man She'd Ever Imagined. He Was Movie Stars, Men In Underwear Commercials, Guys At The Gym, The Construction Worker In The Red T-shirt Who'd Whistled At Her But She'd Pretended She Hadn't Heard; He Was The Men In Three-piece Suits Whose Brains Were As Sexy As Their Bodies; He Was Lazy, Indolent Seventeen-year-old Boys Whose Muscles Bulged Out Of Their Clothes, Rodeo Stars, And Those Smooth-cheeked, Eyeglassed Men Who Held Their Children Tenderly. He Was All Of Them.

Will You Give Me Another Chance?” Robert Repeated. Smiling, Dougless Kissed Him On The Cheek. “no,” She Said, “although I Thank You Very Much For The Offer.