Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Aware of her uneasy gaze straying to his rampant arousal, Sebastian shot her a scornful glance. "Pay it no mind," he said, climbing into bed with her. "From now on, I have every expectation that proximity to you will affect my private parts like a prolonged swim in a Siberian lake.

Was she terribly ravishing in her underclothes?" Livia asked craftily. "Yes," Marcus said without thinking, and then scowled. "I mean, no. That is, I didn't look at her long enough to make an assessment of her charms. If she has any.

I'm supposed to stay away from you." He grinned at that. "Says who?" She ignored the question. "And while I'm certain that at least half the rumors about you couldn't possibly be true—" "They are," Gideon said without a trace of shame. "You're a rake, then." "The worst kind.

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.

My God, you're opinionated. You must terrify nearly every man you meet." "I don't meet many men." "That explains it, then." "Explains what?" "Why you've never been kissed before." Hannah stopped in her tracks and whirled to face him. "Why do you…how did you…" "The more experience a man has," he said, "the more easily he can detect the lack of it in someone else.

What are you going to call the place?" "I haven't decided yet. Carrington wants to call it Clippety-Do-Da or Hairway to Heaven . . . but I told her we have to be a little bit classier." "Julius Scissors," I suggested. "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow," Jack joined in. Liberty covered her ears. "I'll go out of business in the first week.

Here, I'll read his explanation. 'Your success in capturing the heart of Lord Westcliff was purely the result of your own magic, and the essential addition to the fragrance was, in fact, yourself.' " Laying the letter in her lap, Lillian grinned at her sister's annoyed expression. "Poor Daisy. I'm sorry that it wasn't real magic.

even though you said yes to the wrong man, I hope that won't cause you to say no to the right one.

In defense of geeks," Justine said, "they're great in bed. They fantasize a lot, so they're really creative. And they love to play with gadgets.

If I had the right, I would forbid you to go anywhere without me. Not out of selfishness, but because being apart from you is like trying to live without breathing.

I'm from North Wales, where we express ourselves by throwing rocks at trees.

Marcus…you are a healthy man of thirty-five—and you didn't take one tiny peep at Miss Bowman standing there in her drawers?" "I don't peep, Livia. I either take a good look at something, or I don't. Peeping is for children or deviants.

As she had once told Kathleen, sometimes one had to love something before it became lovable

I have to listen to my heart," Helen said quietly. That elicited a bitter scrape of laughter, "The downfall of every woman since Eve has begun with those exact words.

You fault me for having standards?' Sebastian countered icily. 'Not at all. I fault you for having two sets of them.' ~ Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent & Cam Rohan.

Although most advice should be distrusted, particularly when it comes from myself . . . keep an open mind, Miss Hathaway. One should never look a rich husband in the mouth." - St. Vincent

I have come to realize you can never be truly happy unless you've known some sorrow.

Start behaving like the mature woman you are, and acknowledge the fact that you have flaws. And give the poor devil a chance to prove that he can love you regardless.

Lord St. Vincent sees to it that his wife is dressed like a queen. I'll tell thee summat: if she wanted the moon for her looking glass, he'd find a way to pull it down for her.

So you dared to walk into the lion's den." She smiled up into his intent dark eyes. "As it turned out, there was no danger." "No?" His voice held gently mocking note. "Look where it's led. You're in my bedroom with your dress undone.

Do I have to stay in the nursery? With the babies?" "Darling, you're four years old—" "Almost five!" Her lips quirked. There was a wealth of interest and empathy in the gaze she bent on her small son. "You may stay in my room, if you like," she offered. The child was appalled by the suggestion. "I can't sleep in your room," he said indignantly. "Why not?" "People might think we were married!

Sometimes when you're making the best of a situation, it turns out far better than you could have hoped for.

When he had explained why investors who wanted low risk and moderate returns should put their capital into national debt shares, Daisy had interrupted him by asking, "Father, wouldn't it be wonderful if hummingbirds had tea parties and we were small enough to be invited?

The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.