“I love you, Francesca,” Gabriel told her solemnly. “I cannot express in words what you are to me.” She smiled up at… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Those who love the most Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guenevere, Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise In the fragrant gardens of heaven… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Oh, God, Francesca,Now there’s a good one.Why?Why? Why?” He gave each one a different tenor, as if he were testing out the… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
