Quotes from Kathryn Smith

You will always have a friend in me," he assured her. "And in Lady Devane as well, I believe. She sang your praises very highly earlier." "It's the money," Rose replied quickly. "It's obviously impaired her judgment.

Have you ever thought about going into politics, Mr. Maxwell?" she asked archly as she snapped open her fan. She cooled herself in a manner that had no secret meaning that she knew of. Whoever invented the "language" of the fan should have been slapped. What if a lady simply wanted to cool herself and not send a message? "I fancy you'd be quite good at it." Kellan only smiled, taking no offense. Obviously he was too pleased with himself to regret the remark.

I hate when I take a woman to my bed who has already been in yours. I feel like they're comparing us." Grey grinned. "And find you lacking?" As much as he regretted some of his past, he was still a man, with a man's sexual pride. If looks could kill, he'd be on the grass gasping his last. "I doubt it.

The way she saw it, she had two choices. She could either pursue Grey and make an even bigger fool of herself, or she could throw all of her energy and efforts into finding a man she could like as much, or better than he. Perhaps she would be noble enough not to rub his face in it, but she doubted it.

You have a wonderful knack for putting things in perspective, my dear. You make me feel quite intellectually inferior." The blonde girl grinned. "You see? I'm already learning to become a politician's wife.

Let's sit in the back," Eve suggested as they moved toward the rows of chairs set up before a makeshift stage. "No one will hear us if we laugh." Rose chuckled now. "You are so bad.

I do want it. Very much. I love him." Camilla sighed into another smile. "I know. I believe he loves you too." Rose shook her head. "He has yet to say it." "Men always feel it long before they say it, my dear. They're a little slow that way.

My only concern is your happiness, and I think Greyden makes you happy." "He does." She frowned. "And oddly miserable at times." She was pulled into a warm, sweetly scented embrace. "That's love, dearest. Welcome to it.

What were she and Maxwell talking about at this moment? "I owe you an apology." Archer came to stand beside him, also looking over the garden. "I shouldn't have said what I did. It was very low of me." Grey shrugged. "You've said worse." "True, but those times I was right." He laughed. "I'm not so sure you're not right now as well.

He had promised Charles Danvers that he would stay away from his daughter and he had willfully and recklessly broke that vow despite the best of intentions. However, Charles Danvers had made many promises as well, promises he broke when he took his own life. So if his old friend's ghost ever did come a-haunting, Grey would feel reasonably justified in telling him to sod off.

That was delightful." Grey chuckled, flashing a lopsided grin that made his eyes sparkle like aquamarines. "You make me feel…" "Yes?" He shook his head, surprising her with the degree of awe and self-consciousness in his expression as he drew back, and helped her down from the table. "That's it. You make me feel." Rose smiled and kissed him. It wasn't exactly a declaration of love, but he was getting closer. It would do for now.

That he was an arse seemed to be the general consensus of the day.

We used to run all the time as boys, remember?" Archer's grin grew. "I remember Tryst trying to keep up. Poor little bastard.

No doubt he was brooding upstairs in their bedroom, or perhaps in his study, wishing to God that he'd had the sense to stay the hell away from her as her father asked of him. God knew there had been a few moments as of late when she'd thought the very same. And then she realized that she would rather be miserable with Grey than content with any other man. How pathetic and deranged was that?

And there's one more thing." Rose accepted the handshake with a smile, hoping she would see this strange woman again. "What is that?" "The man in your cup-the one who you say hides from the world?" "Yes, what of him?" Sadie smiled. "He's here.

From where he sat in the box above the ballroom, Grey was able to watch Rose without her knowing. The Duke of Ryeton, notorious rake and scoundrel, reduced to Peeping Tom. This is what Rose had brought him to. It was exactly one week ago tonight that he'd made lover to her for the last time. In this very building, in a room he canceled the reservation for just an hour ago.

The only thing a person can never have too much of is common sense.

You do not have to see the air to know you breathe it. You do not have to see the truth to believe it and you do not have to have witnessed love to feel it.

I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.

a man cannot embrace a woman's faults until he loves her. A woman embraces the faults and then falls in love.

His hope wasn't lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was.

Stars are so much more brilliant when they are allowed to shine.

To find love you must first be willing to give it.

You've been given a second chance at true love. Few of us are rarely given even a first chance. If you ruin this, you will be a bigger fool than I could ever imagine. This time when he leaves you, it really will be your fault.