Quotes from Suzanne Enoch

When he strolled into the kitchen with Samantha, he couldn't help grinning at the adoring look on Hans's face. Hans, a cup of coffee and a Diet Coke, please. Of course. But I have found a new cafe mocha you might like, Miss Sam. Much less coffee aftertaste. Would you care to try it? I trust you, Hans, she replied, smiling at the chef. Splendid. And might I suggest omelets for breakfast? Sounds good. Rick? He nodded, wondering just when he'd lost control of his household. That's fine.

Yes, it is." Bennett blew out his breath. "You can't expect me to…sit in the morning room and chat about the weather with her mother, and hold her yarn while she knits, and…wait five weeks before I attempt to hold her hand.

You might at least acknowledge that I put my self in harm's way on your behalf, Evie' the deeper voice of Viscount Dare came from her other side. Georgina stiffened. ' No you didn't. Go away now.' 'No, I didn't,' he repeated amiably, and nodded. ' Goodbye.' 'Wait!' Evelyn caught his arm. ' What do you mean, on my behalf?' 'I...ah...' He glanced over her head at his wife. 'I don't mean anything. I have a mental disability.

And even though he enjoyed being around her, he resisted her, because he was supremely aware that he wasn't the old Robert any longer; he was Bit, a piece of what he'd once been.

Everton (Francis) Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent, he said admiringly. The peacock stopped beside him. Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me? You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.

If you ask me to leave now, I will." Slowly his mouth curved into that heart-stopping smile. "And then you'll miss what comes next." She shut her eyes for a heartbeat, trying to regain some control over her thoughts and her spread, wanton body. "What comes next?" "You do." He lowered his head again.

His oldest brother continued gazing at him. "Ye certain about this? I reckon ye could find a lass who's a lot less trouble." "Aye. Mayhap I could. But she's my adae, and I'll nae be without her.

He was so easygoing, she forgot he could be deadly. And startling as his anger was, it gave her another key to understanding him.

I haven't heard a woman say my name in a long time, Theresa. Say my name." She pulled in a hard breath, pretending to be annoyed rather than unsettled and excited by the intimacy. "Very well. Tolly. Better?" "Infinitely." Slowly he ran his fingertips along her cheek, making her shiver. "So many handsome gentlemen courting you, Tess," he whispered, "and yet here you are.

He smiled. "Happy anniversary, Samantha Jellicoe. So, Godzilla, or sex?" Samantha laughed. "How about both?" "I like that. I get to be Godzilla." "I guess that makes me Tokyo.

I had no idea, she panted, that being ruined could be so invigorating.

Ye should see my massive claymore. Oh, good heavens, Jane muttered from behind them. What now? he asked. A claymore's a fine weapon, long and heavy, and a wonder when ye ken how to use it correctly. Abruptly Amelia-Rose didn't think they were talking about swords. And you know how to use yours correctly? Aye. I'm something of an artist, ye might say. I'd like to show it to ye, lass.

Before she could face forward again, he caught her gaze with those impossibly light-green eyes of his. "Too late. I'm already charmed, adae. Whether ye dunnae wish me to tell ye so or not." And she was charmed, as well. If only he'd been the oldest MacTaggert. If only her mother wasn't mad for a title in the family. If only, if only, if only.

Because of you, I am me.

I didn't have much notice, either, and you don't see me stomping about or trying to encourage people to faint or cry." Oh, she likely shouldn't have said that, either. "Ye've a slightly better hold of yer temper than Coll does." "A dragon would seem to have an easier temper than your brother," she blurted, then put a hand over her mouth. What was wrong with her tonight? He snorted. "I cannae argue with that.

I would like to point out, though, Lady Georgiana, he continued, that you have decided to stay in a household with five single gentlemen, three of them adults. Four, Andrew broke in, coloring. I'm seventeen. That's older than Romeo was when he married Juliet. And it's younger than I am, which is what counts, Tristan countered, sending his brother a stern look.

Obsidian eyes met hers, unreadable and assessing. Men didn't generally pay her much attention except to make an even number in a dance. And now she had a secret nearly-betrothed and a supposed teacher, one who looked like an angel and one a devil, and both with awful reputations. Best to remember that neither of them likely had anything good in mind for her.

Well, sometimes Reginald tries to ride Waya, and his pipe sticks out when he does it." In the doorway behind him Rebecca made a choking sound. "His pipe?" she asked faintly. "That's what Pogue says it's called. A pipe and bags. Like a bagpipe. All boys have them.

What?" she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. He shook himself. "What what?" "You're smiling. That scares me.

That was the thing about courage, she was discovering. It opened so much more of the world to her than she'd expected. A

Wouldn't you be pleased if I decided I'm becoming too old for adventuring?" Viscount Dare frowned. "You're not too old for it. But I'd like to think you're becoming too wise for it.

No class in boarding school or finishing school had ever dealt with how to avoid or fight against a kidnapping. And wrestling and fighting were so completely unacceptable they weren't even mentioned. Several headmistresses would be receiving a sternly worded letter if she survived this.

If he needed an answer about how much he'd changed, that provided it. He didn't want Fatima Hynes or any other nameless female with vacant eyes and an ample bosom. He didn't want anyone else, ever. He wanted Evelyn Marie Ruddick—and he'd be damned if he was going to let Neckcloth Alvington have her without a fight. And if there was one thing he knew how to do better than anyone else in London, it was how to fight dirty

I don't know what you said to my chef, Rick's voice came from the doorway, but he's now creating a dessert of some kind in your honor. She grinned. Just so it's not Jellicoe Jell-O or something. How charming were you? I just asked for a sandwich, she said, licking mayonnaise off her finger and turning a page, and complimented him on his culinary skills. I'd heard somewhere that his coffee won an award.