Quotes by : Chris Lange

God, please God, touch me, inflame me, burn me, drive me insane with desire but don't let go of me, do....

Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. "I desire you so much". His whisper melted....

My lord, I’d rather be alone.” His smile vanished. Not a single muscle in his body bulged, but the....

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.....

He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders....

So tall and lithe in his suede and leather outfit. So utterly gorgeous it almost ached to look at him.....

I long for your embrace, your warmth, and your gentleness. I crave your touch. Your body, your mind,....

Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet....

To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.

Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder,....