Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

was Aunt Evie very upset when you told her about the letter?" "No. Only concerned for the boy's sake, and mine as well." "Many women in her position would consider him as... well, an embarrassment." That drew a real smile from him, the first she'd seen from him in a while. "You know Evie. She already thinks of him as someone else to love.

He met my gaze then. We were sitting very close. The irises of his eyes were amazingly clear and brown, like some exotic spice dissolved in brandy. You need a challenge , he had told me, and I found it right there in his gaze, along with the promise that not only was I going to lose but I would enjoy it. -Ella's thoughts

I've never been more impressed with your ability to manage difficult people." Helen pried a pale yellow flower open to find the pollen-tipped rod within. "If living in a house of Ravenels hasn't been adequate preparation, I can't fathom what would be.

Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can't be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can't be known. But you . . . standing here in your bare feet in that dress . . . you're perfect.

Sophia drifted closer to Nick, employing her fan to mask the movement of her lips as she murmured to him, "I told you so." Nick smiled wryly, recalling his sister's claim that Lottie would prove to be a great asset to him. "Those are without doubt the four most irritating words in the English language, Sophia." "She is a dear creature, and far too good for you," his sister informed him with amusement dancing in her eyes. "I've never claimed otherwise.

You let him touch you," Todd observed idly. My eyes widened. "I do not." "Yes you do. Just little touches here and there. He puts his hand on your arm or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him . . . it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins." "It has nothing to do with mating rituals. It's a Texas thing. People are touchy-feely here.

God help anyone who stands in your way. You do like to manage other people's lives, don't you?" "Only when it's obvious I can do a better job of it than they can.

One glance was all it took to refute Gabriel's earlier speculation that Trenear had married her for financial gain. Or at least, she couldn't have been the only reason. She was a lovely woman, delicately feline, with tip-tilted brown eyes. The way her ruddy curls tried to spring free of their pins reminded him of his mother and older sister.

Will you swear on your honor to keep it in confidence?" "Of course," Devon said readily. Having no honor, he never hesitated to promise something on it.

Not for the first time, Tom reflected there was no understanding women. It wasn't that they were illogical. Just the opposite. Their logic was of a higher order, too complex and advanced to submit to a complete proof calculus. Women assigned mysterious values to details a man would overlook, and were able to draw piercing conclusions about his innermost secrets.

My God, I can't stand this! I can't let you go out every day, fearing every minute that something might happen to you, knowing that every ounce of sanity I've got left is hinged on your well-being. I can't feel this way…it's too strong…oh, hell. I'll turn into a raving lunatic. I'll never be of use to anyone again. If I could just reduce it somehow…love you only half this much…I might be able to live with it.

But Lachlan always reasoned that a teenage boy had little enough good sense as it was; a clout upside the head might knock it right out of him.

Cuando sus dedos se entrelazaron, Pandora supo que a pesar de lo lista que era la doctora Garrett, estaba equivocada sobre una cosa. Había magia en el mundo, y era perceptible cada día, poseía la misma fuerza que movía las mareas y hacía palpitar el corazón del hombre.

What did I do to deserve that?" he demanded. West's mouth twitched. "Aside from saying you were going to cast her out and destroy her home?" "I apologized!" "Never apologize to women. It only confirms that you were wrong, and incenses them further.

Her heart skipped a beat, and another, as she stared into the darkest eyes she had ever seen, a brown so deep it looked black, shadowed by thick lashes and set deep in a complexion of rich umber. His brutal handsomeness unnerved her. He could have been Lucifer himself, sitting there.

I've never seen such eyes," he said almost absently. "They remind me of the first time I saw the North Sea." His fingertips followed the edge of her jaw. "When the wind chases the waves before it, the water is the same green-gray your eyes are now... and then it turns to blue at the horizon.

There MacRae was, disheveled and hatless, but breathtakingly handsome. To her pleased surprise, his hair had been cut and shaped to his head in short layers of amber and gold. He had the cool, sensual allure of a lost angel painted by Cabanel.

I wonder if I should have Darjeeling tea?" West mused aloud. "No, perhaps something stronger... Ceylon or pekoe... and some of the little buns with the cream and jam... What were those, Kathleen?" "Cornish splits." "Ah. No wonder I like them. It sounds like something I once saw performed at a dance hall.

Cassandra smiled up at him. "I've changed my mind about uncomfortable shoes. Why limp when I could dance?" But he didn't smile back, only gave her a brooding glance and shook his head slightly. "What?" she whispered. His reply was halting and gruff. "Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can't be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can't be known. But you... standing here in your bare feet in that dress... you're perfect.

I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked.

He had collected as many stolen glances as possible, knowing it was all he would ever have of her.

Besides, marrying you is the only way I can have Burton as my butler.

I can't be a gentleman," he said hoarsely. "Not even for you." "You don't have to be a gentleman. Only gentle." No one had ever asked him for such a thing. To his despair, he realized it wasn't in him. His hands gripped the edges of the desk until the wood threatened to crack. " Cariad ... there's nothing gentle about how I want you." He was startled by the endearment that had slipped out, one he had never used with anyone.

I want you both to remember," Kathleen told the twins, "the pleasure of shopping lasts only until it's time to settle the bill." "But we won't have to do that," Pandora pointed out. "All the bills go to Lord Trenear." Devon grinned. "I'll remind you of this conversation when there's no money left to buy food.