Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

She was wearing her best dress, a ball gown made of iridescent shot silk, which appeared silver from one angle, and lavender from another. The front was simple in design, with a smooth, tight-fitting bodice and a low scooped neckline. A web of intricate tucks in the back flowed into a cascade of silk that fluttered and shimmered whenever she moved.

I had imagined that a man who owned a department store would be very charming and put people at ease." West grinned at that. "He can be. But the moments when he's charming and putting people at ease are when he's most dangerous. Never trust him when he's nice.

Why isn't it enough that I'm willing to submit to you?' Poppy asked, her own temper flaring. 'Why must I be eager to lie with you, when you're not the husband I wanted?

Westcliff smiled. "In my experience, it's all in how you handle them." The earl was the calm, steady center of his own boisterous family, which included a high-spirited wife and a brood of rambunctious offspring. And Lady Pandora made them all look like sloths.

It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them…not as if they had met before…but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.

you can't go looking for happiness as if it were a shoe you lost under the bed. You already have it, you see? You just have to let yourself be.

You really should discard your inhibitions,' he said. 'They could get in the way of yielding to temptation.

What a ferocious creature you are," St. Vincent said, laughing. "I pity Westcliff if he crosses you again. In fact, I think I should warn him…

With Lillian, ironically, the Bowmans had reached their highest pinnacle in having married her to Marcus, Lord Westcliff. No one could have believed that the reserved and powerful earl would have wed a headstrong girl like Lillian. But Westcliff had seen beneath Lillian's brash façade to the vulnerability and fiercely loving heart she tried so hard to concede.

Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves." "Yes," Pandora conceded, "but they hear fascinating things about other people.

I've had no time for sweethearting. To be sure, I've no' met the woman who could tempt me away from a single life." Merritt's brows lifted. "What kind of woman will she be?" "I'll expect I'll know when I find her.

It's no simple task to find someone to love. You make it sound as easy as shopping for a good melon." "Obviously you've done neither of those things. Finding someone to love is considerably easier than finding a good melon.

Why offer to marry me when you might have me as your mistress?" He nuzzled her throat gently. "Because I realized during the past few days that I can't leave doubt in anyone's mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.

Gossip has nowhere to go except in circles.

He traced the line of her collarbone, and the side of her throat. "Did I hurt you, Daisy?" he whispered. "Well, it was rather uncomfortable when you—" she stopped and blushed. "But I expected that. My friends told me it improves after the first time." His fingertips wandered to the outline of her ear, and the blood-heated curve of her cheek. There was a smile in his voice as he said, "I'll do my best to see that it does.

I always wondered how love could translate into an emergency room visit.

Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I'm drowning in it. I can't defend against it. I don't know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely—" He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. "You mean too much to me," he said raggedly.

Everyone's looking," she whispered, letting him lead her to the center of the waltzing couples, several of which moved to allow them plenty of room. "Everyone's been looking at you all night," he said wryly. "Especially me.

Tighten the reins? I'll do my damnedest to make her as assertive as possible. Lysette should be terrified of me, yet she somehow has the courage to face me as an equal. I don't deserve such a gift. God knows I won't be fool enough to throw that away. I would slit my throat before asking that she pander to the rules of our quaint little society.

you don't need Mom and Dad's permission to take charge of your own life. Find something you want to do, and don't give up on it. You can start tomorrow.

I'm going to your mother, y'see... she's got 'em to leave a back door open... so I can steal into 'eaven.

You don't have to be anything other than what you are. Can't I love you the same way? I know who you are. I think we know each other better than we know ourselves" -Evie, lady St. Vincent-

I'm sorry to say, Marcus, that each of your recent choice of companions—the last four or five, at least—displayed all the intelligence of a turnip.

I'm used to wild creatures who don't like to be approached from behind." He shot her a baleful glance. "How fortunate that your experience with animals has turned out to be such good preparation for marriage to me.