Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

I do appreciate, Ernestine, that your first instinct is not to prevent me from doing something scandalous, but to help me get away with it.

All hat, no cattle...doing whatever it took to keep up the appearance of wealth, when in reality he is no better off than anyone else. - Texas saying

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything. -Simon's thoughts

they're both moonstruck. You remember how it is in the beginning." She grimaced. "Yes, a state of derangement with chapped lips.

Are you grumpy in the morning?" "No, but I wake up on the go. I don't like to linger over breakfast." "You must not be doing it right. Lingering is lovely . I do it all the time." She stretched her arms and shoulders, and arched her sore upper back, her breast lifting with the motion. Tom stared at her, mesmerized. "I might stay just to watch you linger.

West's haunted gaze returned to Phoebe's figure in the portrait. "I don't deserve her," he mumbled, without intending to. "Of course you don't. Neither do I deserve my wife. It's an unfair fact of life that the worst men end up with the best women.

Revenge,' he said softly, 'is the act of a despicable and petty character. Which is no doubt why I've always enjoyed it so much.

Whispers can't hurt you," Pandora said. Cassandra gave her twin a chiding glance. "Whispers can gut and fillet you like a haddock.

Something about her brings out the devil in me.

You know, Marks, if you ever learned to hold your tongue, your chances of attracting a man would rise exponentially." Her eyes narrowed. "Why would I want to attract a man? I have yet to see anything they're good for." "If for nothing else," Leo said, "you need us to help produce more women

You'll always be Lachlan MacRae's son. But you're mine too." A pause, and then he added hoarsely, "You can be mine too." "Aye," Keir whispered, while an unexpected sense of peace stole over him.

You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.

Wishes are dangerous things, aren't they

Take your bath, pet," he finally managed to say. "You're safe from me tonight. I may look, but I won't touch. Go on.

St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his smoothly muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. The broad lines of his shoulders and back were so perfect that they seemed to have been carved from Baltic amber and sanded to a ghostly finish. His face was much softer in repose than it was in wakefulness... the calculating eyes were closed, and his mouth was relaxed into gentle, innocently sensuous lines.

The estate grounds, like the surrounding farmland, were beautifully maintained, with deep mature hedges and old stone walls covered with climbing roses and soft, fluttery bursts pf purple wisteria. Jasmine and honeysuckle perfumed the air where the carriages came to a slow halt in front of the portico.

Somewhere out there, the perfect man you deserve is probably searching for you." Phoebe laughed against his mouth. "Let's hurry, then- we can be married before he gets here.

You think you want me now. But you'll change. Someday you'll find it damned easy to forget about me. I'm a bastard. A servant, and not even an upper servant at that--" "You're the other half of me." (Again The Magic)

People are always telling us what they think we want to hear. Raw honesty is a refreshing change, isn't it?" "Refreshing for you, perhaps," Phoebe said with a reluctant smile. "Well, you'll certainly get that from Pandora. She's incapable of being awed by anyone." "It's one of the reasons I love her," her brother admitted. "I also love her wit, her zest for life, and the fact that she needs me to keep her from walking in circles.

Finish the wine," he suggested softly, "and let me have my way with you. And in the morning we'll both pretend that you don't remember.

being apart from you is like trying to live without breathing. Think

Damn you for saying I could survive without you. I'll have to punish you for that, cariad. For hours . . ." His mouth crushed over hers, dizzying and blatantly sexual, making promises that sent her blood racing. After

It's a house. No more and no less. There isn't a structure on earth that could last forever. But a family goes on." -Leo

i've had enough of this. if you'll excuse me, i'm going to find a tavern where i can pay an underdressed woman to sit it my lap and look very pleased with me while i drink heavily