I Love Historical Romance, Absolutely Love It.

Every Man Has A Weakness!” He Patiently Explained. “i'll Find Theirs, I Promise You.” “every Man?” “yes,” He Answered Emphatically. ... “what Is Your Weakness, Brodick?” She Asked. “you.

Your Trying To Take Them Away From Me, And I Can't Let You Do That.i'm Not Ready To Let Go." "exactly What Am I Taking Away?" "my Family." "brenna..." She Wouldn't Let Him Continue. "you Are Trying To Take Them Away, Aren't You? And If You Succeed, What Will I Have Left?" "me.

He Shrugged. "i Was...thinking." "about What?" "the Fires Of Purgatory." She Had To Sit Down. He Wasn't Making Any Sense Now. "what Does That Mean?" She Asked. "patrick Told Me He Would Walk Through The Fires Of Purgatory If He Had To In Order To Please His Wife." She Went Over To The Bed And Sat Down On The Side. "and?" She Prodded When He Didn't Continue. He Stripped Out Of His Clothing And Walked Over To Her. He Pulled Her To Her Feet And Stared Down To Her. "and I Have Only Just Realized I Would Do The Same For You.

Every Man Has A Weakness," He Patiently Explained. "i'll Find Theirs, I Promise You." "every Man?" "yes," He Answered Emphatically. His Hand Moved To The Back Of Her Neck. Twisting Her Curls Around His Fist, He Jerked Her Head Back. His Face Loomed Over Hers, His Breath Warm And Sweet As He Stared Down Into Her Eyes. "what Is Your Weakness, Brodick?" She Asked. "you.

Listen, You. Don't Threaten Me. I Could Make Your Life A Nightmare. He Put His Hand In Front Of Her Face And Unfolded Three Fingers As He Said, I'm F-b-i. She Smiled. It Wasn't The Reaction He Expected. You Want To Talk Nightmares? She Said. She Put Her Hand Up To His Face And Unfolded Her Three Fingers. I'm I-r-s.