Quotes from Caroline Linden

Men can bed any woman," she said stiffly. "It means nothing." He paused. "Nothing," he repeated thoughtfully. "It rarely means nothing. And sometimes, in very particular circumstances, it means a great deal.

To the ends of the earth, madam, to say nothing of back and forth in this garden.

As long as she would have him, the rest of the world could go hang.

He didn't want to run the other way when he saw Miss Bennet, as vexing as she was. He wanted to best her, to leave her speechless; he wanted to hear her confess that she was wrong and he was right, about anything at all. And most worrisome of all, he wanted to kiss her senseless when she did so. Maybe even before. He must be cracked in the head.

She turned her head to smile at him, and in that moment she looked rather lovely. With her face lit by affection and happiness, she wasn't actually plain, Hugh realized. Her face was unremarkable, true, but there was a brightness and an animation to her tonight, some spark that made her arresting.

Hugh paid no more attention to the farce than he had to the opera. He took every opportunity to study the young woman sitting beside him. She didn't hide her amusement at the production on stage, laughing at the pranks of the fool and clapping one hand to her mouth when the hero fell to his knee and proclaimed his love for the fainting maiden. Hugh sensed it was all genuine, as genuine as her nerves and her devotion to Willy and even her welcoming words to him this evening.

I must apologize for the dog," said Cross as he closed the door of his study. "My daughter has a tender heart." Hugh nodded once in acknowledgement. "An admirable trait in a woman.

Of course, she'd also heard that rakes enjoyed the chase, the thrill of pursuing a reluctant woman, and she'd just scotched any prospect of that. But when she thought of how long it would take to entice Liam into wanting her, then pursuing her, pretending reluctance, before finally succumbing… Who had time for that? She wanted to know now.

He leaned forward. "Bathsheba," he said in the soft Scottish drawl that always caused unwarranted tremors to shiver through her. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Yes. She would die before saying it out loud. "Would it be faster to try to hire you?" Liam laughed. "You couldn't afford me, love.

He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost to himself, as he brushed aside her hair to nuzzle the back of her neck. She raised her head and gave him a sultry look. 'Forever! How many wicked plans do you have?' 'You have no idea,' he murmured, easing away from her. He reached around and began untying her stays.

J-"Don't tell me you don't feel a true connection to the characters in your favorite books". A-"That is true, Pen. Just because they aren't real people doesn't make characters less...real".

Make some memories that will keep you smug in your dotage.

The Fiddler's Roost Inn: the taproom and yard. Sometimes it was not in a lady's best interests to follow any dictates but those of her own heart. Because Lady Charlotte Ascot, daughter of the Earl of Ware, had discovered this at a young age—eight, to be precise, during a footrace against boys with considerably longer legs than she—when faced with a challenge to her courage at the age of twenty-one, she did

I scarcely noticed the time passing. Miss Cross was kind enough to entertain me in the meantime." Papa chuckled. "I cannot fault you for forgetting me, then. She's far better company than I!" Hastings gave Eliza a warm glance. "I cannot disagree.

I think Papa's quite fond of Willy, but he refuses to admit it." "It's very much his loss," declared Lord Hastings. "Dogs are often better company than people." "Yes, indeed!" Eliza beamed at him in delight. "Very much so.

Tristan Burke should appreciate the advantages he had instead of dwelling on the troubles in his life. His

So much for fearing a shy, paralyzed virgin; she might be innocent, but Eliza had pressed against him and kissed him back until he completely forgot that he was pursuing her because of her father's manipulations. That thought cooled his blood somewhat. Edward Cross wanted him to court and marry his daughter, didn't he? Hugh smiled grimly. Cross was about to get exactly what he wanted. And so was he. Not only Cross's money, but Eliza herself.

Her stomach had fluttered when he asked so persistently, even threatening to persuade her. If he'd tried to kiss her to persuade her . . . curse him, it would have worked.

I don't believe he's the marrying sort. He'll be one of those men who grows into an old roué, leering at the maids and avoided by decent women." "Well, that will likely make some indecent woman very happy." Joan

He looks like a bear and I don't know how any woman could be intimate with him if she weren't allowed to whip him.