Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

St. Vincent was far too clever to rely on physical violence when a few well-chosen words would skewer someone with a minimum of fuss.

I don't know if I'm ready,' Poppy protested. 'Why must I do it so soon? There's no time limit for forgiveness, is there?' 'Sometimes there is.

Captain Christopher Phelan 1st Battalion Rifle Brigade Cape Mapan Crimea June 1855 Dearest Christopher, I can't write to you again. I'm not who you think I am. I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page. Come back, please come home and find me. --[unsigned]

When you are in love' hypocrisy won over principle.

A cask of whisky slipped from the hoisting gear, broke on the roof of a transit shed, and poured all over MacRae. He's ready to murder someone - which is why I brought him up here to you." Despite her concern, Merritt let out a snort of laughter. "Luke Marsden, are you planning to hide behind my skirts while I confront the big, mean Scotsman?" "Absolutely," he said without hesitation. "You like them big and mean.

Despite his flaws, one has to admit that he is a whale-sized catch." "I'll be thrilled when someone harpoons him," Lillian muttered, making the other two laugh.

Damn it. What are we exactly calling a 'masculine problem'? Did he have trouble running the flag up? Or did it fall to half staff? "Do we have to speak about this metaphorically or-" "Yes," Leo said firmly. "All right. He..." Poppy frowned in concentration as she searched for the right words, "... left me while the flag was still flying.

Dangerous creatures, wallflowers. Approach them with the utmost caution. They sit quietly in corners, appearing abandoned and forlorn, when in truth they're sirens who lure men to their downfall. You won't even notice the moment she steals the heart right out of your body—and then it's hers for good. A wallflower never gives your heart back.

You don't have to apologize for disliking me, only for being discourteous.

The next time I see you," Sebastian said viciously, "no matter what the circumstances, I'm going to kill you. No law, nor weapon, nor God Himself will be able to stop it from happening. So if you value your life, don't let your path cross mine again.

It will be a very short tryst," Lillian assured her. "A quarter hour at most. What could happen in that amount of time?" "From what Annabelle s-says," Evie said darkly, "a lot.

Is he handsome?" "A stunner. Tall and big-chested, with blue eyes and hair the color of summer wheat. And his accent . . ." "Irresistible?" "Oh, yes. There's something about a Scottish burr that makes it seem as if a man is either about to recite poetry or toss you over his shoulder and carry you away." "Maybe both at the same time," Phoebe said dreamily, sipping her tea.

What is the usual percentage?" Pandora asked. "Whatever it is, I'll give you half." Raising one brow, Rhys asked, "Why only half?" "Don't I deserve an in-law discount?" Pandora asked ingenuously. Rhys laughed, looking so boyish that Helen felt her heart quicken. "Aye, you do.

Damn it, Pandora, I can't promise not to protect you." "Protecting can turn into controlling.

Easy, pet." His voice was laced with soft amusement. "I detect evidence of a temper, which I've no doubt you inherited from the old man. I've seen his eyes flash just that way when his dander is up over some trifle.

I'm sorry, buttercup," he murmured, cuddling her spent and trembling form against his. "You deserve time and privacy, and consideration. Not to be fondled in the library over the tea service.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Lillian, my sweet love…you're safe now. I'll never let anything happen to you again. I swear it on my life. You're safe.

Are you hurt, Evie? Look up at me, love. Yes. Sweetheart…did they do you any injury?

FERNSBY, I'M ELOPING." After settling Helen and Carys at his house, Rhys wasted no time in going to his office and summoning his private secretary for an emergency meeting. The statement was received with impressive sangfroid: Mrs. Fernsby displayed no reaction other than adjusting her spectacles. "Where and when, sir?" "North Wales. Tonight

Never be afraid to hope," Rohan said gently. "It's the only way to begin.

Oh, God," Annabelle said feelingly, and turned her face against Hunt's shoulder, as if closing her eyes would make them all disappear. Her ear tingled as Hunt bent to murmur to her, his voice threaded with amusement. "Checkmate.

Hard work often produces better results than talent.

Kindness counts the most when it's given to people who don't deserve it.

I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.