Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Amelia wondered why, when there was so much to be done, Beatrix would be so troublesome. But a smile rose to her lips as she reflected that fifteen-year-old girls didn't choose to be troublesome. They simply were.

Gabriel's family owned a private gaming house, ostensibly a gentlemen's club, patronized by royalty, aristocracy, and men of influence. Before inheriting the dukedom, his father, Sebastian, had personally run and managed the club, turning it into one of London's most fashionable gaming establishments.

Let's join the others," he said eventually. "They've probably discovered a variety of moss we haven't yet seen. Or God help us, a mushroom." The pinching tightness eased from her chest. "I'm hoping for some lichen, myself.

She heard him murmur her name, and then, to her utter astonishment, she saw him sink to his knees and felt his huge hands clutching the folds of silk at her hips. He buried his face against her midriff like an exhausted child. Shocked, Holly reached down to his dark hair. The thick, slightly curling strands were damp against her fingertips, and she stroked them lovingly. "Darling," she whispered over and over, touching the hot nape of his neck.

It has occurred to me," she ventured, "that the family temperament isn't well suited to stewardship." Amusement glinted in his eyes. "Speaking as a man who has the family temperament in full measure, I agree. I wish I could claim to have a mother from steady, pragmatic stock, to balance out the Ravenel wildness. Unfortunately she was worse.

Are you annoyed because I didn't tell you earlier? I'm sorry. But it's not the sort of thing one can just blurt out over tea, or in the entrance hall …'Here's your hat, and by the way, I'm a virgin

St. Vincent was a handsome man with wheat-colored hair and pale blue eyes. Some claimed he had the most perfect form and features of any man alive. The looks of a saint, the soul of a scoundrel.

There's another matter I need to discuss," he said eventually, sitting up again. "I can't, in good conscience, turn Theo's sisters out of the only home they've ever known." One of his brows arched as he saw her expression. "Yes, I have a conscience. It's been abused and neglected for years, but even so, it occasionally manages to be a nuisance.

I believe fate is who we are and what we make of our chances.

They deserve the same opportunities that other young ladies of their rank enjoy. I'd like to make that possible, but I can't do it without you staying here to bring them along." He smiled slightly. "Of course, you would be free to train Asad as well. I suspect he'll learn table manners before Pandora does.

Thank you," Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. "That is very kind of you, my lord. But I will never dance with you." Which, of course, made it the goal of Leo's life.

I'm not lighthearted, I'm . . . wholehearted." Severin smiled reflectively as they stood to shake hands. "It must be nice," he mused, "to be any kind of hearted.

She tilted her head back in ecstasy as she felt him cover her neck with kisses and gentle bites. "You're mine," he whispered, riding her faster, his rhythm turning impatient. "You belong to me… Holly… forever." "Yes," she moaned as he drove the sensation to another peak. "Tell me." "I love you, Zachary… oh… I need you so much… only you…

I had hooked up my iPod to the speakers. The air was filled with the raw, sexy purr of Etta James. "The thing that's great about the blues," I told Luke, pausing to sip from my glass of wine, "is that it's about feeling, loving, wanting without the brakes on. No one's brave enough to live that way. Except maybe musicians.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

As she reached the entrance hall, she saw Lady St. Vincent coming in from the back terrace, her cheeks wind-brightened, the hem of her gown littered with bits of leaves and grass. She looked like an untidy angel, with her lovely calm face and rippling red hair, and the playful spray of light gold freckles across her nose.

I've been with Dane for four years," I managed to say. "He understands me in a way you don't." "I can learn you." -Ella & Jack

If you're implying that I'm spoiled, I assure you that I am not." "You should be." His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought hers again. There was a note in his voice that gently robbed her of breath. "You could do with a bit of spoiling.

My husband is endlessly fascinated by machines," Mrs. Hunt said, laughing. "I believe they've eclipsed all his other interests." "Not all," Hunt said softly. Something about the way he glanced at his wife caused her cheeks to flush.

Will you take another cup of tea?" Cassandra asked. "I'll have a brandy," West retorted, "along with a wedge of currant pie, a plate of cheese, a bowl of potato and turnip mash, and a beefsteak." Cassandra smiled. "I'll ask the doctor if you may have some broth." "Broth?" he repeated indignantly. "Come along, Hamlet," Pandora said, "before West decides he wants bacon as well.

They shop at Dollar Tree because they don't want to get dressed up for Walmart.

Daca-mi dau voie sa te sarut o data, ar urma inca o data, apoi inca una, si curand n-am mai putea sa ne oprim.

The devil never tries to make people do the wrong thing by scaring them. He tempts them." Merritt's forced laugh came out as brittle as overcooked toffee. "Dear, are you claiming Mr. MacRae is the devil in disguise?" "If he were," Luke replied quietly, "I'd say the disguise has been pretty damned successful so far.

residual awkwardness between them. It wasn't exactly comfortable to spend time in the company of a man whose wife you had once kidnapped.