Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

The pleasure of holding her washed through him in repeated waves. She was petite and fine-boned, the delicious fragrance of roses rising to his nostrils. He'd noticed it when he'd held her earlier... not a cloying perfume, but a light floral essence swept with the sharp freshness of winter air.

A groundswell of silence moved between us. Trouble on the surface and even deeper currents beneath.

It seems an odd idea, life being centered around pleasure." "What is life supposed to be, then?" "It's about duty, and sacrificing for others. And if we've been good, our pleasure comes later when we're rewarded in the hereafter." "I'll take my rewards now.

I like that much better. I'll call you Dragon.

As it turned out, the purée of spring vegetables exceeded Mr. Ravenel's description. The soft reddish-orange emulsion really did taste like a garden. It was a bold, creamy harmony of astringent tomato, sweet carrots, potatoes, and greens, bound together in a lively snap of springtime. As Phoebe bit into a half-crisp, half-sodden crouton, she closed her eyes to savor it. God, it had been so long since she'd really tasted anything.

You Hathaways would find it impossible to understand what it's like to be brought up in isolation, by people who don't give a damn about you. You have no choice but to assume it's your fault, that you're unlovable. And that feeling wraps around you until it becomes a prison, and you find yourself barricading the doors against anyone who wants to come in.

In all my longing for a family and a home, I'd never quite been able to decide what they should have looked like. But this house looks and feels so right, so perfect, it seems impossible any other place would suit me half so well.

Aline," he whispered, mercilessly divesting himself of all pride, "I'm afraid of what I'll become if you won't have me.

You took Theo's title and his home," West continued in appalled disbelief, "and now you want his wife." "His widow," Devon muttered. "Have you seduced her?" "Not yet." West clapped his hand to his forehead. "Christ. Don't you think she's suffered enough?

We're both going to hell," Kathleen said as he kissed along the seam of her clenched thighs. "I've always assumed I would." Devon didn't sound all troubled by the prospect.

Her voice was so soothing and gentle that it would have caused an assortment of cobras, tigers, wolverines, and badgers to all snuggle together and take a group nap.

I'm shocked," St. Vincent said gravely, "but I'll recover." Looking around them as if to ascertain that he wouldn't be overheard, he whispered conspiratorially, "I'm not really a gentleman, you know.

he an arrogant man, your father?" The hint of a bitter smile curved his lips. "I used to think it was arrogance. But I've come to realize that it's more an obliviousness to the world outside his own. To my knowledge, he's never put on his own stockings, or put powder on his own toothbrush. I doubt he could survive a life without privilege.

Cassandra sighed and purred as his hands coasted over her tired limbs. "I think I was begging," she admitted, "near the end." Tom pressed a soft laugh against the side of her throat, and kissed her flushed skin. "No, sweet. I'm sure that was me

A woman will always surprise you with what she's capable of. You can spend a lifetime trying to discover what excites and interests her, but you'll never know it all. There's always more. Every woman is a mystery, not to be understood but enjoyed.

You'll have to think of a way to solve this, Evie. Think of something fast... because otherwise..." He paused to nip hungrily at her ear, "... otherwise I'm about to screw you senseless.

Let me spoil you," he whispered. "Let me take care of you. You've never had anyone to lean on, have you? I've got strong shoulders, Annabelle.

In truth, I find the ocean unnerving. Too vast. I much prefer the forests around Stony Cross. They're always fascinating, and full of commonplace miracles... spiderwebs glittering with rain, new trees growing from the trunks of fallen oaks. I wish you could see them with me. And together we would listen to the wind rushing through the leaves overhead, a lovely swooshy melody... tree music!

Daisy gave her a speaking glance, and her sister grinned. "Never fear," Lillian continued, "eventually we will succeed in infiltrating London society, and then we'll marry Lord Heavydebts and Lord Shallowpockets, and finally assume our places as ladies of the manor.

I would rather you consider me as a physician, not a lady." "Why must you be one or the other?" Ransom asked reasonably. "You're both. I have no difficulty carrying a lady's bag while at the same time respecting her professional competence.

You look like a butterfly that's just flown in from the garden," Hunt said softly.

A girl stood before the dressing table, pulling a brush through her long dark hair. The sight filled McKenna with a rush of pleasure. Lady Aline Marsden... the older daughter of the Earl of Westcliff. She was warm, high-spirited, and beautiful in all ways.

I read," came his gravelly voice. "I walk. Occasionally I swim in the river." She was suddenly grateful for the darkness, as the thought of his unclothed body sliding through the water caused her to flush.

Am I dealing with stubbornness, idiocy, or some combination of the two?" "-Cam Rohan