Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

We knew you were approaching," Pandora said to Devon, "from all the happy voices we could hear in the entrance hall." "He's not accustomed to people exclaiming happily when he arrives," West said gravely. "Usually they do it when he leaves.

Cassandra grinned up at him, well aware that she was perspiring and bedraggled, with soot marks on her yellow dress. "You probably thought Pandora was the cause of all our misadventures. But as you see, I'm capable of getting into trouble all on my own." "Pandora would be proud," Devon said dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

From time to time, I may adjust a situation to achieve a desired outcome for the benefit of my children, but that's not meddling.

Severin wasn't handsome in comparison to the Challons- of course, what man would be?- nor was he handsome by strictly conventional standards. But there was something about him that women seemed to like. West was damned if he knew what it was. Severin's face was lean and angular, his build lanky and almost rawboned, his complexion librarian pale. His eyes were an unevenly distributed mixture of blue and green, so that in strong lighting they appeared to be two entirely different colors.

As your friend, I should probably advise you not to do something that you may regret later." Adam smiled as he added, "Of course, one tends to miss out on a great deal of fun that way." "Adam," she chided, "are you encouraging me to do the wrong thing?" "Only if you promise to tell me all about it afterward.

Clearly there was no headway to be made in an argument when one's opponent was insane.

Beatrix had met Christopher Phelan on two occasions, the first at a local dance, where she had judged him to be the most arrogant man in Hampshire. The next time she had met him was at a picnic, where she had revised her opinion: he was the most arrogant man in the entire world.

By the time he released her mouth, she was limp and passive, all her consciousness focused on the sensations that drew her toward some unknown end. Opening her eyes, Daisy looked at him through a haze of sensuality. "That…that was much improved," she managed to say with dignity. "I'm glad I was able to teach you something.

If there is any man in England who is more experienced than Lord St. Vincent at sneaking around for a tryst, I'd like to know who.

A miscue," Sebastian remarked, deftly catching the cue ball in his hand and repositioning it. "Whenever that happens, reach for more chalk, and apply it to the tip of the cue stick while looking thoughtful. Always imply that your equipment is to blame, rather than your skills.

Blood is no' what binds a family. Love is.

Daisy had no idea how to put herself to rights again. But she thought it would be a good thing to stop thinking about herself and do something for someone else.

It is better to spend time in one's own company than to consort with people who have no more intelligence than the sheep and goats they herd." Annoyed by his snobbery, Livia could not resist making a retort. "You are fortunate, then, Mr. Chamberlain. With that attitude, it seems likely that you will indeed be spending a great deal of time in your own company.

How long will you be away?" "Three days," he said cheerfully. "You'll scarcely have time to miss me before I'm back." "I wouldn't miss you no matter how long you were gone.

I'll come to an agreement with Severin as quickly as possible. It would be easier if he left negotiations to his director, but for some reason he's decided to handle it himself." "As we both know, Severin loves nothing more than to argue with his friends." "Which explains why he doesn't have more of them.

Although she didn't possess the robust sunstruck prettiness of her younger sisters, Helen was compelling in her own way, like the cool glow of moonlight. Her skin was very fair, her hair the lightest shade of blond. Kathleen found it interesting that although Lord and Lady Trenear had named all four of their children after figures of Greek mythology, Helen was the only one who had been given the name of a mortal.

Merritt," he repeated, testing the syllables on his lips. "'Tis a family name?" "Not exactly. I was born during a storm, on a night when the doctor wasn't available, and the midwife was in her cups. But the local veterinarian, Dr. Merritt, volunteered to help my mother through her labor, and they decided to name me after him.

I wouldn't count on much adventuring if I were you. I'm going to look after you and keep you safe." She glanced at him over the rim of the cup, her eyes smiling. "What I meant was, you are the adventure.

I'm afraid Helen can't go anywhere at the moment. She's been in bed all day, ill with a nervous condition." His eyes changed, some unfathomable emotion spangling the dark depths. "A nervous condition," he repeated, his voice iced with scorn. "That seems a common complaint among aristocratic ladies. Someday I'd like to know what makes you all so nervous.

You're not like any man I've ever known," she said. "You're not even someone I could have dreamed. You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know." "The prince, I hope." "No, you're the dragon, a beautiful wicked dragon." Her voice turned wistful. "How could anyone have a normal everyday life with you?

Married life would be dull indeed without some friction; one can't light a match with it.

Kiss me again." "How dare you suggest—" "No one will know." "You don't understand," she whispered shakily. "This isn't like me…. I don't do these things." "We're strangers in the darkness," he whispered back. "We'll never be together like this again. No, don't pull away. Show me how an evening can be magical." His lips brushed the rim of her ear, unexpectedly soft and entreating.

in my opinion some things about you would not change no matter what has happened to your memory.

It was a law of nature that only the strongest survived, and the weakest had better get the hell out of the way.