Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Do as you please. But when you're with Rohan or any other man, you had better keep in mind that you belong completely to me.

No one ever calls me sharp. People always say Pandora's the sharp one." "What do they say about you?" She gave a self-deprecating little laugh. "Usually it's something about my looks." Mr. Severin was silent for a moment. "There's much more to you than that," he said gruffly.

The sideboard would be laden with broiled chops, eggs, rashers of bacon and ham, potatoes hashed with herbs and fried in butter, bread puddings each in its own puddle of sauce, a platter of crisp radishes and pickles on ice, dishes of stewed fruit from the orchard topped with fresh cream-

By God, don't interrupt me! You'll never be able to change what they say. You'll never be able to stop them. The rumors will go on, and you can't crush them, you can't silence them. You can even kill a man, Justin, dozens of them, but the past will not change, and you'll still be my son. Curse that fact if you wish, but you can't change it. You'll die trying… and that would break me as nothing else could, Justin.

I take it you don't ride often in town?" "No, I travel by foot or hackney." "But your brother…" Kathleen began, thinking of Devon's assured horsemanship. "He rides every morning. A big dapple gray that's as mean as the devil if it goes one day without hard exercise." A pause. "They have that in common.

Americans and romance. It's like watching a bird try to fly with one wing.

He belongs to a pugilism club where they batter each other senseless, in the savate style." "What is that?" "A kind of fighting that developed in the streets of Old Paris. Quite vicious. My brother secretly hopes to be attacked by ruffians someday, but so far, no luck.

Beatrix fled to the one place where she knew he wouldn't find her. The irony was hardly lost on her, that she was hiding from Christopher in the place she had most longed to share with him. And she was well aware that she could not hide from him forever. There would be a reckoning. But after having seen his face when he realized that she was the one who had deceived him, Beatrix wanted to put off that reckoning for as long as possible.

Somehow, even with all the roadblocks and detours and one-way streets, Mark managed to find his way to Maggie.

It would be difficult to find a man still on the early side of his thirties who had acquired wealth and power at the speed that Tom Severin had. He'd started as a mechanical engineer designing engines, then progressed to railway bridges, and had eventually built his own railway line, all with the apparent ease of a boy playing leapfrog. Severin could be generous and considerate, but his better qualities were unanchored by anything resembling a conscience.

By being the master of the house. Back in America the woman is the ruler of the home, but in England everything revolves around the man.

My condolences for your loss," he said. "My congratulations for your gain." Devon frowned. "I assure you, I never wanted your husband's title." "It's true," West said. "He complained about it all the way from London." Devon sent his brother a damning glance.

This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.

She was already dressed for the day in a simple blue gown, her hair in a loose braid tied with a white ribbon. How apt it was that she'd been named for the showiest of wildflowers, rich and vivid, a gleaming finish to the bloom. Her blue eyes surveyed him with such attentive warmth that he felt a catch in his chest, a dart of pleasure-pain.

Do you have a distaste for the Irish?" Jack asked, staring steadily into her eyes. "Oh, no," she said dazedly. "I was just thinking... that must be why your hair is so black and your eyes so blue." "A chuisle mo chroi," he murmured, stroking the curls back from her round face. "What does that mean?" "Someday. I'll tell you. Someday.

Dear Lord," she said in a strangled whisper. "I can bear it for a while…but please don't let it hurt forever." She was motionless

But you're not the marrying kind," she managed to say weakly. He touched her ear, his fingertip tracing the fragile outer curve. "I've discovered that I am when it comes to you.

And although I appreciated their kindness more than they would ever know, it's a fact that friends last longer the less you use them.

What about a chaperone?" he asked, though he was already guiding her to the side entrance of the ballroom. Her smile turned wry. "Women my age don't require chaperones, McKenna." He slid an unnervingly thorough glance over her. "You may need one yet.

In fact, few landowners of his rank seem to understand what they're facing." "But you and Lord Trenear do?" West grinned suddenly. "No, we don't either. The only difference is, we know it.

And as my friend, you should be doing your utmost to prevent me from making a mistake that will result in a great deal of pain." "You've already had the pain," he pointed out. "Now you may as well have the pleasure of making the mistake." "My God," Aline whispered, squeezing his arm tightly, "you are such a terrible influence, Adam." "I try," he murmured, smiling down at her.

Miss Hathaway." Cam spoke gently, while she fidgeted before him. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her until she quieted. "Do I make you nervous?" She brought herself to look up at him, her eyes harboring the blue-black glitter of a moonlit lake. "No," she said immediately. "No, of course you … yes . Yes, you do.

I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.

And the way you dress reminds me of an unmade bed!" "Does that mean you'd like to lie on top of me?" he asked.