The Inheritor - Pg 195

   She had never believed in love, certainly not in romantic love, and her training as a psychologist had made her very skeptical; either it was a fantasy of silly women, sentimental nonsense by which they strove to justify actions based on sexual passion, or else it was a myth invented to exploit those same silly women and sell them trashy novels, makeup and perfume.
   She had never felt remotely like this.