Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

My God, I almost didn't reach him in time. Had I arrived just a few seconds later--" West took a shuddering breath and averted his face. "He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull.

She was even more exquisite than he had remembered, her eyes a dark, lucid blue. There were many beautiful women in London, but not one of them possessed her combination of intelligence and subtly off-kilter charm. He wanted to sweep her away somewhere, that very minute, and have her all to himself.

He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull." Kathleen smiled. Swallowing back the tightness in her throat, she reached out and smoothed his hair back. "My dear friend," she whispered, "I'm sorry to have to say this…but you would have done the same thing.

Think of it this way-going to bed naked is better for the environment." "Oh, shut up." "Come on, Ella. Sleep green.

All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day.

A true friend doesn't let another friend drool when a man is present.

After one last luxurious inhalation of her scent, Devon released her slowly, knowing that for the rest of his life, a single breath of a rose would bring him back to this moment.

Cam has been an outsider for his entire life. Even when he lived with the Rom. I think he's always secretly hoped he could someday find a place where he would belong. But until he met you, it didn't occur to him that it might not be a place he was looking for, but a person.

In bed she was affectionate and even frolicsome—the previous night she had climbed over him with the grace of a sportive seal, scattering kisses over his chest and shoulders. He had not expected that of her, having known beautiful women in the past who invariably lay back passively to be worshiped. Instead, Annabelle had teased and caressed him...

Evie, Duchess of Kingston, had spent a perfectly wonderful afternoon with her three closest friends at Lord Westcliff's estate. Long ago, she had met Annabelle, Lillian, and Daisy during her first London Season, when they had been a group of wallflowers sitting in chairs at the side of the ballroom. While becoming acquainted, it had occurred to them that instead of competing for gentlemen's attentions, they would do better to help each other, and so a lifelong friendship had blossomed.

Ultimately no particular woman had ever seemed all that different from the rest. Until those letters. The sentences had looped around him with a spirit so artless and adorable, he had loved it, loved her, immediately. His thumb moved over the parchment as if it were sensitive living skin. "Mark my words, Audrey- I'm going to marry the woman who wrote this letter.

Come, both of you. I want to introduce you to some of my acquaintances." "Thank you, sir," West said with a negative shake of his head, "but I'm—" "You're delighted by my invitation," Kingston informed him gently, "as well as grateful for the honor of my interest. Come along, Ravenel, don't be a hairpin." Reluctantly West closed his mouth and fell into step behind them.

I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

Unless there's something I missed in those letters, Ravenel did nothing particularly vicious. Never bloodied Henry's nose or thrashed him. It was more pranks and name-calling than anything else, wasn't it?" "Fear and humiliation can inflict far worse damage than fists.

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

I had asked Todd once if he was gay, and he had said he didn't care if someone was a man or a woman, he was more interested in the person's inside. "So are you bisexual?" I had asked, and he had laughed at my insistence on a label. "I guess I'm bipossible," he had said, and pressed a warm, careless kiss on my lips.

Not," Swift said firmly, "for all the tea in China." "That expression has never made sense to me," she told him. "In terms of total world production, India grows far more tea than China." Swift's lips twitched as he considered the point. "Since China is the leading international producer of hemp," he said, "I suppose one could say 'Not for all the hemp in China'... but it doesn't have the same ring.

It was more than a kiss...it was a sentence of unbroken kisses, the hot sweet syllables of lips and tongue making her drunk on sensation.

He became deeply sun-browned, and although the bronze hue of his skin clearly proclaimed him to be of the working classes, it enhanced the vivid blue-green of his eyes and made his teeth look even whiter than usual. Not surprisingly, McKenna began to attract the notice of female guests at the estate, one of whom even attempted to hire him away from Stony Cross Park.

Those mesmerizing eyes stared right into hers with an intensity that caused her brain to do an abrupt control-alt-delete.

He looked up at her, a spill of black silk falling down to his eyes. He was so vibrant, so dark and beautiful, his skin like polished rosewood.

I'll have you know," Mrs. Church said in amazement, "it took our two stoutest footmen to bring that crate into the house. How did two young ladies manage to carry it away so quickly?" "Sh-sheer determination," Helen wheezed. "All I want in this life," West told Kathleen, "is to see you try to pry that crate away from those two." "I wouldn't dare," she replied, giving up. "They would do me bodily harm.

existen dos tipos de personas: las que eligen ser dueñas de su propio destino y las que esperan sentadas mientras los demás bailan.

You're not my best friend," West said, after taking a swallow of brandy. "You're not even my third best friend.