Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Let me kiss you here," he coaxed. "Just once." "Oh, God… no." She reached down and weakly pushed his hand away. "It's a sin." "How do you know?" "Because it feels like one," she managed to say. He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case… I never sin by half measures.

Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?" "I graduated from Cambridge," Christopher said acidly. "Should I have brought my diploma?

I'm waging war, love. And the only way to win this kind of war is to make you want to lose.

Father, wouldn't it be wonderful if hummingbirds had tea parties and we were small enough to be invited?

This is what comes of wearing those damned flimsy slippers outside. You must have walked right over an adder who was sunning himself …and when he saw one of those pretty little ankles, he decided to take a nibble." He paused, and said something beneath his breath that sounded like, "I can't say that I blame him.

Obviously, you want me to kiss you. And I'll be happy to oblige, when the time is right. But not yet." "Mr. Hunt, you are the most—" "Yes, I know," he said with a grin. "You may as well spare yourself the effort of hurling adjectives at me, as I've heard them all before.

Then go find another woman," she said flatly. "I want you. Only you. The devil knows why," Sebastien glared at her.

You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.

I don't need any trinkets or pictures to remind me of my faith—all I need to do is stare out the window at the woods, and see how beautiful they are.

Yes.' Cam paused. 'The Rom would say you were a man who grieved too much. You trapped your beloved's soul in the in-between.' 'Either that, or I went mad.' 'Love is a form of madness, isn't it?' Cam asked prosaically.

The next day I woke up in a sullen simmer, as if sleep had catalyzed my depression into a general state of pissed-offedness.

My feet ached in my Cinderella shoes. I shifted my weight and wiggled my toes beneath the cutting Lucite straps. My Prince Charming had finally showed up, I thought wretchedly, and he was too damn late.

The glittering light of eight chandeliers was reflected in her upturned eyes, filling them with tiny sparks that made the blue irises look like a starry summer midnight. She was staring at him with an intensity that she had never shown before, as if she yearned for something she might never have. The look disquieted him, eliciting a powerful need to satisfy her in any way possible. Whatever she might have asked him for in that moment, he would have given without a qualm.

Evie stiffened and whimpered in surprise at the realization that she was naked... that St. Vincent was making love to her and had been for some minutes. St. Vincent glanced up at her. With the slight flush on the crests of his cheeks, his eyes seemed lighter and more startling than usual. The hint of a relaxed but devious smile touched the corners of his mouth. "You're difficult to awaken," he said huskily.

He pulled the truck back onto the road and floored it, while the words ran through his mind in a constant loop. Don't leave. Don't leave.

A young woman attending the best medical school in the world," Ransom mused aloud, "far from home, taking classes in a foreign language. You're a determined woman, doctor." "No medical school here would admit a female," Garret said pragmatically. "I had no choice." "You could have given up." "That is never an option," she assured him, and he smiled.

Guilt often takes the form of anger.

He looked down at her, finding it difficult to resist the urge to climb over her prone body and kiss her senseless. "Would you mind telling me why you were drinking pear brandy in the middle of the afternoon?" "Because I couldn' open the sherry." His lips twitched. -Marcus & Lillian

I don't usually wear perfume," Annabelle said. "Mr. Hunt likes the smell of clean skin." "He may prefer Lady of the Night." Annabelle looked appalled. "Is that what this is called?" "It's named after a night-blooming orchid," Lillian explained. "Oh, good," Annabelle said sardonically. "I was afraid that it was named after a harlot.

The first moment I saw you, I knew you were my share of the world. I've always loved you. If I could choose my fate, I'd never be parted from you. Acushla . . . pulse of my heart, breath of my soul . . . there's nothing on this earth more fair and fine than you. Your shadow on the ground is sunlight to me.

Out with it, Bayning," he said coldly. "Did you come here merely to complain, or is there some point to all this?" "I'm taking her away from here. Away from you!" Harry gave a chilling smile. "I'll send you to hell first." - Harry & Bayning

After swinging the child easily from his shoulders to the ground, Lord St. Vincent opened the carriage door on Pandora's side. The full blaze of midday gilded his perfect features and struck brilliant lights in his bronze-gold hair. Fact #13 she wanted to write. Lord St. Vincent walks around with his own personal halo. The man had too much of everything. Looks, wealth, intelligence, breeding, and virile good health. Fact #14 Some people are living proof of an unjust universe.

My guardian angel," he said, the words beginning to slur. "I don't think I ever had one until now." "If you did," she said, "you probably ran too fast for her to keep up with you." He made a quiet sound of amusement. - Leo & Catherine

No sugarcoating would be necessary," Matthew interrupted calmly. "Daisy…that is, Miss Bowman, is entirely—" Beautiful. Desirable. Bewitching. "—acceptable. Marrying a woman like Miss Bowman would be a reward in itself.