Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

he doesn't prefer your kind. There are men with certain appetites that can be fulfilled only by very skilled women, and you...' She paused and viewed Madeline critically. 'Something tells me that your repertoire is extremely limited.' 'I don't even have a repertoire,' Madeline said gloomily.

What is he doing here?" Zachary asked beneath his breath. Holly reached for his tense arm and held it lightly. "It's a very great favor," she whispered back. "By attending our wedding, Lord Blake is publicly showing his support of our marriage." "More likely taking his last opportunity to ogle you.

Mr. Bayning is not a frog," Poppy protested. "You're right," Beatrix said. "That was very unfair to frogs, who are lovely creatures." As

No. Es más peligroso. Tiene los ojos amarillos como el fuego, da unos saltos que le permiten salvar montañas y habla con una voz humana profunda como una gruta. A medianoche, puede pararse delante de tu casa y llamarte por tu nombre si quiere llevarte a pasear. Si vas con él, te llevará volando por la tierra y por el mar, y si alguna vez regresas, tu vida ya no volverá a ser igual.

More to the point, the footman conveyed your luggage to one of the upstairs rooms, but no one seems to know which one." "Has anyone thought of asking him?" Devon suggested dryly.

Are you going to cry, Mr. Bronson?" the child asked in concern, coming to stand beside his knees, staring into his downturned face. He managed to smile at her. "Just a little on the inside," he said raspily. He felt her little hand on his cheek, and he held utterly still as she kissed him on the nose.

I've always heard that Gypsies are known for their charm. An unfounded myth, it seems." Cam's golden eyes narrowed into tigerish slits. "We're also known for carrying off gadji maidens.

There's nothing wrong about not knowing something. The stupid people are the ones who think they know everything.

Marcus closed his eyes and gave a faint, desperate groan. He wanted her. Not merely to bed her—though at the moment that was certainly his uppermost thought—but in other ways as well. He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking.

Devlin's disarming blue eyes were set in a face of such perfect masculine beauty that it should have come from a painting or a sculpture. Yet there was nothing aristocratic about his looks. He possessed an earthiness, a sensuality, that was impossible to ignore. If he resembled an angel, it was a fallen one.

I blinked as I heard chamber music coming from the other room. "What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets." A grin rose to my lips. "At this stage I don't think Luke can see more than ten inches beyond his face." "That explains his lack of interest. I thought maybe he preferred Beethoven." -Ella & Jack

In a deft and well-practiced move, the man smoothly hooked an arm around Larson's neck, grasped his wrist, and pushed the hand with the gun toward the floor. Even before West had a good look at the newcomer's face, he recognized the smooth, dry voice with its cut-crystal tones, so elegantly commanding it could have belonged to the devil himself.

Three hours later, Cassandra limped into the quiet, empty conservatory. Soft ripples of light reflected from the indoor stream and jostled against shadows cast by ferns and palm fronds. It looked like the room of some underwater palace. Painfully she made her way to the steps of a small stone bridge and sat in a billow of blue silk organza skirts. Tiny crystal beads had been scattered among the multiple layers of delicate fabric, casting glints across the floor.

She tensed as she felt a gentle arm curve behind her shoulders. It was the duchess, her blue eyes radiant with kindness and a hint of concern, as if she understood how frightening it was to have made the most important decision of her life based on a few days' acquaintance. But there was no way this woman would understand what it was like to face the prospect of marrying a virtual stranger.

Milady," she said quietly, "I hardly recognize ye." Holly's smile wavered, and she took a deep breath. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Maude? What would my husband have said, if he had ever seen me like this?" "I think Master George would have loved to see ye in that red gown," Maude replied thoughtfully. "He was a man, after all.

Simon had never forgotten the first moment that he had seen her standing outside the panorama, digging through her purse with a little pucker on her forehead. The sun had picked out streaks of gold and champagne in her light brown hair and made her skin glow. There had been something so delicious... so touchable... about her, the velvety skin and shining blue eyes, and the slight frown that he had longed to soothe away.

How delicious you are," he whispered. "It was like making love to an angel." "Sans halo," she murmured, and was rewarded by his low chuckle.

I want to see your face." "I'll tell you about my face instead. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth..." "A beautiful mouth." His fingertip drifted over her lower lip with a light touch that she could have mistaken for a kiss, had her eyes been closed.

I should think he'll be put in the papers for this," another exclaimed. "I hope so," West said, "if only because I know how he would loathe it.

I was so proud of you today," she said, smiling down at him. "And perhaps a tiny bit smug that with all the women swooning and sighing over you, I'm the one you went home with." Arching a brow, Christopher asked, "Only a tiny bit smug?" "Oh, very well. Enormously smug.

before. The first thing that Sebastian did

I regret something as well," Holly said quietly. "What I told you… that you were unable to love… I was wrong. I only said it because I was upset. I have no doubt that somebody you will indeed lose your heart to someone, although I can't imagine to whom." You, he thought with an inescapable stab of longing. You. Couldn't she see it? Or did she assume she was merely the target of his random lust, and no more special to him than any other woman?

Do you have information regarding his whereabouts, Mr. Severin?" she asked unsteadily. Tom looked directly at her then, the nonchalant mask temporarily falling away. His intense, searching gaze somehow burned through the numbness of the past twenty-four hours. "No, sweetheart," he said gently, as if there where no one else in the room. The deliberate endearment caused a few breaths to catch audibly, including hers.

Thank God you're so stubborn." Devon laughed. "That's the first time you've ever said that to me." "And the last," West assured him.