Arian's ebony hair was spread in a shimmering fan around her shoulders, reminding Tristan absurdly of Snow White in her glass coffin. Even in death, hadn't the deceptive blush of life stained Snow White's pallid cheeks? Hadn't her rosebud lips parted as if to welcome a kiss from a prince who might never come? Hadn't the creamy swell of her breasts tantalized every hopelessly naive kid in the theater into daring to believe her chest would rise just one more time?

— Teresa Medeiros

As he shook off his servant’s grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face. Samantha gasped. A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the surrounding skin taut. It had once been an angel’s face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphic.

— Teresa Medeiros

Before you came into my life, I believed that God had abandoned me. Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure. ~Sir Banner

— Teresa Medeiros

Elizabeth Taylor was an incurable romantic at heart. She never gave up on the notion that a love strong enough to last a lifetime was waiting for her around the next corner.

— Teresa Medeiros

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

— Teresa Medeiros

He caught her byte shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. "Do you think you're so charming in that silly little nightdress that I can't resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it comes to you?"" B-b-but I—""Well, you're right," he shouted. "I don't!" With that, his lips came down on hers

— Teresa Medeiros

How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?

— Teresa Medeiros

I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to want you,” he added fiercely, taking one measured step toward her, then another. “And I sure as hell don’t want to love you. But, God help me, I just can’t stop myself.” Closing the rest of the distance between them in a single stride, he snatched her up by the shoulders, his burning gaze searching her face as if to sear her features into his memory. “I don’t want to marry you because I love you too much to ask you to spend the rest of your life hiding in the shadows.

— Teresa Medeiros

I see a man," she said softly. "A man with the roar of cannons still ringing in his ears. A man bloodied by life, but not beaten. A man with a scar that draws his mouth into a frown when he might actually long to smile.

— Teresa Medeiros

It's true that romance novels do detail the courtship phase of a relationship. We usually write 'And they lived happily ever after' before our heroine starts snoring, or our hero starts tossing his socks over the hamper.

— Teresa Medeiros