Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

Sell the damned estate, Devon. You owe nothing to those people. Eversby Priory isn't your birthright." Devon sent him a sardonic glance. "Then how did I end up with it?" "By bloody accident!

Hardy would never be the easiest man to have a relationship with. He was complex and strong-willed and rough-edged. But I loved those qualities about him. I was more than willing to take him exactly as he was. And it didn't hurt that he seemed equally game to take me on my own terms.

Did you think that we were going to go through life completely unaltered?" he asked. "That we would occupy ourselves with nothing but selfish pleasures and trivial amusements?" "I was counting on it!

Sukey's approving glance swept over Amanda's black evening dress, made of shimmering crinkled silk that had been cut very low across the bosom and fitted tightly to her voluptuous shape. Rows of glittering jet beads adorned the bodice and long sleeves, while her gloves and shoes were of soft chamois leather. It was a sophisticated ensemble, one that made the most of Amanda's looks and generously displayed her bosom.

We're hideously rich, Annabelle—and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you possibly consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection.

With all due respect," Christopher muttered, "this conversation is leading nowhere. At least one of you should point out that Beatrix deserves a better man." "That's what I said about my wife," Leo remarked. "Which is why I married her before she could find one.

It's easier to think of you as an adversary." Devon smiled faintly. "That puts us in an awkward situation, then, as I've decided against selling the estate." Kathleen was too astonished to reply. She couldn't believe it. Had she heard him correctly? "Eversby Priory's situation is so desperate," Devon continued, "that few men could conceivably make it worse. Of course, I'm probably one of them.

The word "mistress" sounds like a cross between mistake and mattress. "We've

She couldn't imagine how she could have forgotten a man this attractive. His features were strong and decisively formed, too masculine to be called beautiful, too striking to be ordinary. And his eyes were the rich sky-blue of morning glories, even more intense against the sun-glazed color of his skin. There was something extraordinary about him, a kind of barely leashed vitality that nearly caused her to take a step backward, the force of it was so strong.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability. And Harry had it in abundance, even if he wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.

It's not all about what you want. It's also about what she wants. No matter what your intentions, most women don't like it when you make their decisions for them.

You should have come to me first." "I didn't think you'd listen, or agree with what I had to say." "I'll always listen. I won't always agree.

Some people are living proof of an unjust universe.

Stay with me," Zachary said quietly. "I'll send for Rose, and you'll both live here while we arrange for the wedding." "You know I can't do that." He frowned and guided her carefully around a small marble and brass sundial set in the ground. "I don't want to let you out of my sight.

I'll get 'er, I will." "You'll never touch her," Cam retorted, filled with a flare of impotent anger as he cast a last glance into Hangman's Court. "I'll send you to hell before you ever lay a finger on her!" "I'll bring you with me, then," came Bullard's gloating reply, and he laughed again as Cam strode away from the court.

What has happened to you? I hardly recognize you." "Nothing's happened. What do you--oh, yes, I've lost a bit of weight. Never mind that, I've just arranged to purchase a threshing machine." West's face glowed with pleasure. At first Devon thought he was being sarcastic. My brother , he thought, is excited over farming equipment.

Leo," she said with a sniffle. "If you let anything happen to Win, I will kill you." He stroked her hair gently. "You've threatened to kill me for years, and nothing ever comes of it." "I've been w-waiting for the right reason.

The feel of her, soft and small and alive, caused him to groan with tortured relief. His hands raked over her, his mouth dragging hungrily over her hair, skin, clothes, as if he would devour her whole. "Grant," she gasped, flinching from the force of his kisses. He gave an animal growl of pleasure and need, crushing his lips hard over hers.

There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, "Kiss me again." "No, I'll hurt you. I'm leaning on your leg." "That's not my leg," came his roguish reply, making her laugh. "You perverse man.

Now I understand what you once said to me about all the people who depend on him--and I've become one of them. Damn him to hell. My brother can't take arse-headed chances with his life again, or I swear I'll kill him.

Throughout the years Bowman's efforts to change Daisy had been met with valiant resistance. She liked herself the way she was and therefore trying to do anything with her was like attempting to herd a swarm of butterflies. Or nailing jelly to a tree.

Go to hell," Sebastian muttered. "No doubt that was what you came to tell me tonight. If so, you're about a month too late." "That was my intention," Westcliff admitted. "Now, however, I've decided to stay and have a snifter of brandy while you tell me what in God's name you're doing.

His wife looked vulnerable and lovely, like a nymph sleeping in a wood. The fantastical profusion of her hair was like something from a mythological painting, curling golden locks spreading everywhere in lavish disarray.

She was the most provoking, beguiling woman he had ever met. Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.