Quotes from Shana Galen

When love fills one's heart, there should be no room for pride.

You prefer thieving to honest work?" "Honest work? How much do you pay your maids annually? Six pounds? Eight? I can make that in a month—in a night, if all goes well. I could make more than that as a beggar. Why do you think so many take to the streets, begging? Because honest work is hardly honest when the only one profiting is the rich man who owns the workplace." She was right. Dane knew it, and he hated to accept

He really did want to leave her alone. Forever. Every time they crossed paths he became more and more entangled. He didn't know why. It wasn't as though she was charming or pleasant. But she was beautiful and seductive as hell. Damn it! Chapter 7

He loosened the breeches then tugged them down over his hips. Her eyes widened slightly, and she let out a shaky breath. "Should I put them back on?" "No." She sat. "I suppose I'm not used to seeing a man. You're larger than I expected." "Since I'm being compared to a five-year-old, I won't let your observations go to my head.

Don't be difficult." That was the wrong thing to say.

She looked down at him with eyes all but clouded over from pleasure. "You look like sin incarnate," she said. "There's a reason people keep sinning. Even when they know it's wrong, it feels so very right.

Besides, I had to keep you alive," Ewan said, thinking to make light of the situation and thereby erase some of the shadows from Neil's eyes. "We couldn't have the only virgin in the group dying before he bedded a woman." As Ewan had wanted, Neil turned and scowled at him. "I've bedded women. I just haven't performed one act." "It made for a good rally cry. Protect the virgin!

He felt her hands reach for his mask, untying it and removing it. He let her but stiffened when she ran a hand over his scarred cheek. "Did I hurt you?" "No. But you needn't touch me there." "I want to touch you everywhere." He stilled, allowing her to caress his scar then place a soft kiss on it. He had the sense that she cherished him, every part of him, even the damaged, scarred parts he didn't want anyone to see.

Now breathe or I'll do it for you.

Ines had seen too many girls in her shop heartbroken because they'd fallen in love with men who did not love them back. She'd seen a number of babies born as well due to men's lies about love and women's willingness to believe them.

But all my life she has tried to change me, to make me thinner, prettier, more like the daughter she wishes I had been. I do not want to live the rest of my life trying to change myself to make someone else happy." She'd never actually put her feelings into words before, but as she did, it all became so clear. She wanted to be loved for who she was.

Then she would eat what she liked, wear what she liked, and no one would tell her she had the body of a strumpet and had better take care not to look like one. She almost laughed. Some strumpet she was, considering she spent most of her evenings standing or sitting by a wall while other ladies danced or mingled.

She gasped in shock and sat, staring at him as though he were mad. "Not in Song of Solomon?" he asked. "No!" His fingers trailed lazily up and down the skin of her inner thigh. "Solomon had how many wives? Ten? Twenty?" "Seven hundred," she said, her voice breaking as his fingers moved upward. "Then he surely knew something about cunnilingus," he said.

Draven gave her a long look. "I see Lord Jasper chose well." "I don't understand." "It's obvious he cares for you, and I see why." Her cheeks flushed warmly. "You're braver than you look. What is that line from Shakespeare? And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Pru sat in her seat and smacked Mr. Pope lightly on the arm. "What was that for?" "How could you criticize her cooking? I'm certain she is doing her best." "I should hope not," he said. "Mr. Pope!" "Don't chastise me until you taste it.

Unclenching her hands, she wrapped them around his bare back, pulling his chest against hers. "I love you, Ewan Mostyn." He shifted to look down at her, and the movement made her grimace with pain. "I have to say I don't know why anyone should want to couple like this. Are you certain we are doing it properly?" He chuckled, a sound she had rarely heard from him. "It will be better for you next time.

You don't like it?" she asked. "I do. But you make me forget that I must behave." Lorrie looked into his eyes, which were a shade darker than the summer sky she was used to. "Oh, don't behave. I am so weary of always behaving." "Good.

Catarina always said skill and talent were better than status because with skill and talent one could not only create beautiful things but earn money from the sale of those things. Status only bought one respect, and one could not fill an empty belly with respect.

To her, the journey was as important as the destination.

What had he done to her? How did he know how to do that? Probably better if she didn't try to find the answer to that question. Probably better if she didn't allow herself to keep thinking the next: when would he do it again? He was a wicked man. She wasn't so innocent as not to understand his last comment. Surely the Church frowned on that sort of behavior.

And the pain she'd felt all those years before hadn't been so much that he'd left, but that he didn't love her enough to stay.