Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

From what I've seen so far," Devon remarked, "it would be far more sensible to set fire to this rotting heap of timber rather than to try and repair it." Kathleen's eyes widened. "Eversby Priory is historic. It's four hundred years old." "So is the plumbing, I'll wager.

Merritt was dumbstruck at the sight of his clean-shaven face. Dear God . He was beyond handsome. The cushioning thick beard was gone, revealing the brooding masculine beauty of a fallen angel. His features were strong but elegantly refined, the cheekbones high, the mouth full and erotic.

He hasn't proposed to Helen yet," she said evenly. "He will," Pandora said confidently. "He's come to dinner at least three times, and accompanied us to a concert, and let us all sit in his private box. Obviously the courtship is going very well." Pausing, she added with a touch of sheepishness, "For the rest of the family, at least.

When one felt like a wasp, one's main inclination was to sting.

Feeling called upon to say something, Daisy muttered, "Goodbye, Mr. Rohan. We shall probably never meet again." She could only hope so- because it was a certainty that she would never be able to face him. He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kisses to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

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. Her smile, her sharp tongue, her temper, her infectious laugh, her body and spirit, everything about her struck a pleasurable chord in him.

Everyone had said from the beginning that the earl of Westcliff and a brash American heiress were the most improbable pairing imaginable. But before long Lillian had discovered that beneath Marcus's outward reserve, there was a man of passion, tenderness, and humor. And for his part, Marcus had seemed to enjoy her irreverence and high-spirited nature.

I don't want to be played." "Oh, I don't know." A smile touched his lips. "With a guy like that . . . it could be fun.

I found myself scooting behind the coffee table like the outraged virgin in some Victorian melodrama. "Jack, this isn't a good time. I'm really tired and I'm not thinking straight." "That's what makes it a great time. If you were rested and sober, it'd be a hell of a lot harder to argue with you." -Ella & Jack

His attempt at polite discussion having been rebuffed, Cam sat back as the soup was removed and the second course was brought out. Sweetbreads in béchamel sauce, partridges nestled in herb beds, pigeon pies, roast snipe, and vegetable soufflé laced the air with a cacophony of rich scents.

It's damp outside, and I'm always cold. Most days I wear a cap and shawl indoors." "I could suggest other methods to keep yourself warm.

El infierno es saber que tenías tan poca fe en mi amor que estabas dispuesta a condenarme a la agonía de por vida.

I cleared my throat and tried to sound casual, like this was no big deal. "I don't even get cheesy seduction music?" Jack shook his head. "I usually do this a cappella." "You mean unaccompanied?" "No, I haven't done this unaccompanied since I was fourteen." -Ella & Jack

Pandora, you promised to abide by the rules." "I do," Pandora protested, looking chagrined. "I follow all the rules that I can remember." "How is it that you remember the details of a plumbing system but not basic etiquette?" "Because plumbing is more interesting.

Given the choice between eating this cupcake or watching Ryan Gosling and Jon Hamm wrestle each other for the privilege of having sex with me, I'd choose the cupcake.

I won't do it. I'm no more important than anyone else here-" "You are to me.

Beatrix looked at Christopher with an arrested expression. His smile faded, and he found himself staring into her blue-on-blue eyes. They were astonishingly direct and lucid... the eyes of a vagabond angel. One had the sense that no matter what she beheld of the sinful world, she would never be jaded. She reminded him that the things he had seen and done could not be polished away like tarnish from silver.

The thing you never want your sister to be," my brother informed me, "is an unidentified woman on the news. Bad things happen to unidentified women.

You'll have to be careful, then," he said softly, smiling. "It would be a shame for some intelligent comment to slip out at the wrong moment.

Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes." Leo Hathaway

The twins, who were clearly having a splendid time, had adorned themselves outlandishly. Cassandra was dressed in a green opera cloak with a jeweled feather ornament affixed to her hair. Pandora had tucked a light blue lace parasol beneath one arm, and a pair of lawn tennis rackets in the other, and was wearing a flowery diadem headdress that had slipped partially over one eye.

Are you physically strong enough for this?" Severin asked Gibson doubtfully. "Would you like to arm-wrestle?" she offered with such cool aplomb that Rhys let out a huff of amusement. "No," Severin said at once. "I can't take the chance that you might win." The doctor smiled at him. "I doubt I would win, Mr. Severin. But I would at least make it difficult for you.

Don't tell anyone I was crying, or I shall be very cross with you." "No, monisha," he had soothed, cuddling her closer as she sniffled. "All your secrets are safe with me. You know that.