Quotes from Stephanie Laurens

Get out of here, Antonia. Now." There was no real force behind the command, as if only a part of him meant it.

And that's my point, Richard stated. Do you remember when you stood there, in a ballroom or whatever, and watched her stalk off - and wondered what the hell was going on?

At what age did men mature? If ever? And at what age did a woman cease having to deal with men acting as if they owned the right to lustfully indulge in a woman, be it with his eyes or hands? There was more to a woman than a womb and breasts.

Come on-I'll see you back to your room and the estimable Martha. She put her hand in his and let him draw her to her feet. Tomorrow...don't worry, he murmured, as he ushered her back through the darker side of the snug. I'll be waiting in Carlisle to fall in behind the coach when you go past. Through the dimness he met her eyes. I won't lose you. Her lips softly curved. I didn't imagine you would.

I'm going to have a nice little nap in this sun. Don't think to wander off-I'll know if you move. A very light sleeper, I am. Heather stared, speechless, at the woman who slept so soundly every night that she'd never heard Heather slip out of their room, or back in. Heather managed not to shake her head in disbelief, just in case Martha was watching through her lashes.

I have a request to make,my lord. He held her gaze; she could see him trying to decide what she might ask, but eventually he surrendered.And that is? Take me to your bed.

Love truly is the most transformative power in heaven and on earth.

It was not the first time she'd been kissed, yet it was.

And, of course, this time, there was no question of him not succeeding—he intended to get his ring on her finger no matter how long it took. This

I am always late. If I arrived early, my hostess would faint.

If your middle name is Temptation, then mine is Persistence

With a silent mew, Myst stood, stretched, then padded forward to twine about his leg. Vane reached down and rubbed his fingers over the sleek head, then ran his nails down her spine. Myst arched, tail stiffening; the rumble of her purr reached Vane. It also reached Patience; she glanced down. Myst! she hissed. Stop bothering Mr. Cynster. She's not bothering me. Capturing Patience's gaze, Vane added: I enjoy making females purr.

They were also invincibly arrogant, a characteristic fueled by the fact that they were, by and large, as talented as they thought themselves, a situation which engendered in less-favored mortals a certain reluctant respect. Not that Cynsters demanded respect - they simply took it as their due

he knew beyond words, beyond thought, beyond understanding that this wonder, this joy, this aching togetherness would never end.

Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him, then wrapped about him, about his mind, sinking into his senses. They were a siren's song- and he knew precisely who was singing. Halting on the graveled drive before the stable arch, he listened to the moody air. It drew him- he could feel the tug as if it was physical. The music spoke- of need, of restless frustration, of underlying rebellion.

Vane watched her reaction from under heavy lids, watched flaring passion light her eyes. Sparks of pure gold flashed in the hazel depths as he gently kneaded, then sent his fingers gliding over her silken skin. He knew he should kiss her, distract her, from what came next- but the compulsion to witness, to know her reaction as she learned what he would do, as he filled his senses with her, waxed strong.

his shirt and hauled the fine linen up, and off.

Times may change; Cynsters never do

I was at a very select gathering in a hunting lodge in Leicestershire. How the devil she knew where to find me I really don't like to think. It's a sad day when one can't even escape to a select, supposedly secret orgy without having one's mother summon one—without a verbal blink.

then her ladyship, overwhelming in bronze bombazine, regally glided away. Cedric smiled

Abstinence. It didn't even sound comfortable

He dragged in a shuddering breath and forced his lids up. He looked down, at her on her knees, leaning into him, her glorious hair rippling over her shoulders, gilded in the firelight, shifting as her head moved and she pleasured him. He saw his fingers locked on her head, felt hers slide higher, circle the base of his staff, and tighten.

we'll find your treasure." Shifting his head, he pressed

You don't have to say anything. You just have to accept. Just have to stop resisting…" He breathed the last words as his lips lowered to hers. "And let what we both want, simply be.