I asked the AAR staff to share the scenes from novels they found the most romantic. And, boy, did they come up with some exquisite scenes. Be prepared to swoon….
Here is the rule, Alec announced by the set of his shoulders, the line of his jaw, work with this person when you have to, but otherwise, he does not exist.
he let his voice go mild. Oh, gee wilikers, I’m just a Canadian farm boy and I’m a mite curious here. “But if I really believed that, that a servant of mine has been hankering after my wife, gosh, wouldn’t I fire him tomorrow?”
Alec gives Jenny the gift of power and control: she can write Brian out of the show that night if she wants to, and it would make perfect plot sense. Raising up the woman you love, and helping her realize the strength she’s had all along: that’s pretty damn romantic!
“They are dreams, Myles,” she insisted. “You of all people should be able to see them. You’re the one who gave them to me…This one is the garden where you kissed me the first time. Can’t you smell the roses? See them trailing along the garden walls? I can. And I can feel the buttons of your frock coat against my breasts. I can taste your lips, all heady-sweet and searching against mine….This dream is bathed in starlight, the night you gave me the miniature of Lady Brianna, You had dreams in your eyes then. Touch them, If I had just reached out….This is our wedding night and here, here is the book of legends you left for me. Did I ever tell you that when I finished reading the pieces of dreams that you left for me, I knew that i was in love with you? They were like holding pieces of you in my heart, Myles. And I needed something to hold on to so badly, when I was terrified you would die before I had the chance to tell you I love you…And this dream,” Devlin whispered, suddenly unable to meet his eyes, “This Dream is the most special of all, because it hasn’t come true yet. For a little while at Thistlewood I hoped, but…”
…..”What was it?” he asked softly, as he laid the crown of flowers upon her tumbled curls. “The dream that hasn’t come true.”
“That you would give me a child. A little son or daughter with eyes like the summer sky and a mouth fashioned for laughter. That I would feel life growing inside of me, a part of you, mine forever. That I could lay our baby in your arms and watch you teach our little one to see beauty,..magic…the way you taught me.”
Joanna Bourne’s heroines save themselves–and England. And, when they fall in love, they chose men who see them for the gloriously strong, brilliant, capable women they are. Sebastian Kennett, of My Lord and Spymaster, loves and deeply desires Jess Whitby and has waited and waited for her to come to him. When she finally does, the night before she’s about to do something that risks both her life and their relationship, she slips into his bed. And though there’s nothing Sebastian wants more to do than to make love to Jess, he waits. He waits for her to relax, lying there next to him. This scene and the lovemaking that follows it is lovely. We should all be so treasured and so known.