""And what does love mean to you?"
Catherine thought a moment before answering.
"It is when you are standing beside him and your heart stops beating altogether. It is when the simplest word from his lips seizes your soul and you dare not breathe for fear that a simple breath will send him away, and for a brief moment he is able to make time stand still with his mere presence.""

After Catherine Forsythe, the daughter of a powerful marquis, is compelled to marry Lord Lucas "Luke" Anton, she decides to run away before the marriage can take place. It's not long before Luke captures her...

""Do you play?" he asked.

She touched the keys and pressed lightly on them. "A little." Her fingers spread out naturally and she closed her eyes as the instrument echoed softly.

Demetrius recognized the composition and brought his arm around her so that his fingers rested above hers, gliding them along as she played. Then she suddenly paused and turned to look at him. How confused and lost she looked, but not anymore than he was. Their attraction grew stronger each time they encountered and no matter the dilemma making them take opposition, the animosity couldn't subdue the burning in...

"Running back into the room, Mrs. Drake threw whatever else would fit into the trunk. Herlina stood in astonishment, unable to speak as she watched her mother lug it toward the stairs and push it down the steps. She heard it clinking until it landed at the bottom with a loud thump.

Following Mrs. Drake to her own room, Herlina watched as she did the same with another trunk. She wasn't thinking anymore. Taking hold of everything within her reach, she quickly packed them. Not worrying about the personal things, she left behind all her powders and perfumes. Grabbing the little trinkets...