Queen of All She Reads: Love Is In The Air Giveaway Hop

Welcome to my stop in the Love Is In The Air Giveaway Hop hosted by the lovely ladies over at Under the Covers Book Blog. This is a hop dedicated to love so i thought I would share some of my favorite book couples - some favorite quotes and even a favorite Valentine's Day snack or two. To enter my giveaway, use the Rafflecopter form below.
Favorite Romance Couples & Quotes from Books

Anne Elliott and Frederick Wentworth from Jane Austen's Persuasion. Torn apart as a young couple and re-united after years. Favorite Quote: “You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”
Cat Crawfield and Bones from Jeaniene Frost's Halfway to the Grave. Half undead vampire hunter and fully dead bounty hunter find each other. Favorite Quote: “I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.”
Mercedes Thompson and Adam Hauptman from Patricia Brigg's Bone Crossed. Coyote shapeshifter meets rugged werewolf alpha -what's not to love? Favorite Quote: “Thank you, Adam,” I told him. “Thank you for tearing Tim into small Tim bits. Thank you for forcing me to drink one last cup of fairy bug-juice so I could have use of both of my arms. Thank you for being there, for putting up with me.” By that point I wasn’t laughing anymore. “Thank you for keeping me from being another of Stefan’s sheep—I’ll take pack over that any day. Thank you for making the tough calls, for giving me time.” I stood up and walked to him, leaning against him and pressing my face against his shoulder. “Thank you for loving me.” His arms closed around me, pressing flesh painfully hard against bone. Love hurts like that sometimes.”
Eve Dallas and Roarke from Nora Robert's Indulgence in Death. Futuristic tough lady cop meets rogue Irish reformed criminal and love is born. Favorite Quote: “What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the way the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. “That you would think of this. That you would do this.” He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet. “I can’t thank you enough. There isn’t enough thanks. I can’t say what this means to me, even to you. I don’t have the words for it.” He took her hands, brought them both to his lips. “A ghra. You stagger me.” He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. “You’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”