Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

He approached her with great care. Sinking to his haunches, he contemplated her with immeasurable tenderness and concern. One of his big hands moved, shoving aside some of the books until the space between their bodies was clear. "It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right.

Poor man. You look as though you'd been attacked by a wild beast." A husky laugh escaped him. "Just a small vixen," he said, "who grew a bit fierce in her play." "You should bite her back," Pandora said against his chest. "That would teach her to be gentler with you.

My parents never said it. They thought you shouldn't wear out the words

Because one day of something wonderful is better than a forever of nothing special.

He'd never expected to have a marriage like his parents'—few people on earth ever had. But at the very least Gabriel had hoped to marry an accomplished and respectable woman who would run his household efficiently and raise well-behaved children. Instead, it seemed he was going to marry a forest sprite. With an original mind.

Have you tried to be honest with her about your feelings?" came Devon's voice from behind him. "Sweet mother of God, can you hear yourself?" West asked without turning around. "I'd get more manly advice from Kathleen.

I've never been convinced that everything in a relationship needs to be talked about. Some things can't be fixed by a conversation

She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.

If you have to tell someone they call the shots, they're not really calling the shots.

My goodness, do you take everything so literally?" "I'm an engineer

Playful," Amanda repeated, shaking her head. The idea contradicted all her long-held ideas of romance and sex. One did not "play" in bed. What did he mean? Was he implying that sexual partners enjoyed jumping on the mattress and throwing pillows, as children did?

But if I spend [all] my time *reading* about adventures, I won't actually be *having* them.

I thought you were gone," Daisy said, her voice cracking. "I thought I would never see you again." "No, no…" Matthew smoothed her hair and kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her trembling lips. "I'll always come back to you. I'm dependable, remember?

My lord," catherine asked,her eyes wide, "do you think that has anything to do with the Ramsay curse?" "Actually, that hadn't occurred to me yet," Leo said, "thank you so much for bringing it to my attention.

Well, there was something I once read... It was an astronomy book that said in most of the constellations, the stars don't actually belong together. They only appear to. They look to us as if they're close to each other, but some of them exist in another part of the galaxy altogether. That's how my family was. We seemed to belong to the same group, but we were all very far apart

Sin is never free, there's either an up-front cost or an invoice to pay later.

When you meet the right man, the list of things you would never do suddenly becomes much shorter.

I realized that my kisses with Dane had become a form of punctuation, the quotations or the hasty dash at the end of a conversation

Hardy was every loose-limbed cowboy in warn denim, every pair of blue eyes, every battered pickup, every hot cloudless day." -Liberty

Dearest Lily." Penelope took her hand and pressed it between her own. "Since I was a little girl, I've always thought of you as the most beautiful, most courageous, most everything. But not practical. Never practical.

Harry's blood quickened as lurid images filled his mind...her against him, beneath him. That smiling mouth, his alone, her whispers curling into his ear. Her skin, soft and ivory pale in the darkness. Skin heated by skin, sensation emerging as he touched her. She was worth anything, he thought, even giving up the last remnants of his soul.

You're not worried about being compromised, are you?" he asked. "Because I've already done that.

Generals have gone to war with far less deliberation than she gave to the choice between the pear tart or the vanilla soufflé.

One of the more ignominious features of love was that you could only express it with cliches...it made you sound like a fraud at a time when you were blazing with sincerity.