Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

It would distress the girls if they were to realize how much you dislike me." "I disapprove of you," she replied gravely, walking out to the grand staircase with him. "That's not the same as dislike." "Lady Trenear, I disapprove of me." He grinned at her. "So we have something in common.

The Ravenel temper," Pandora said with a sage nod, and whispered theatrically, "we have it too." "Our older sister Helen is the only one who doesn't," Cassandra added. "Nothing provokes her," Pandora said. "We've tried ever so often, but it never works.

The French wouldn't have you?" she asked, her voice muffled against his chest. "On the contrary, they adored me. But there's no entertainment in staying where one is wanted." "That's too bad," Amelia said, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Because you're very much wanted here.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Tom arrived at Ravenel House, dressed in a beautiful dark suit of clothes with a royal-blue four-in-hand necktie. As he entered the breakfast room and bowed, he was so obviously pleased with the entire situation that even West was moved to reluctant amusement. "I expected you to look like the cat who swallowed a canary," West said, standing to shake Tom's hand, "but you look more like a cat who swallowed another entire cat.

You're trying to appear as harmless as a lamb. But we both know you're not." "I have lamblike moments," Tom said. At her dubious glance, he insisted, "I'm having one right now. I'm one hundred percent lamb.

He saw that her hands were reddened from the days of nursing him, and a flush warmed his face. The feeling was not one of embarrassment—he had no shame when it came to matters of nakedness and physical intimacy. Rather, it was the sense that she had claimed a part of him that he couldn't retrieve…he felt bound to her.

He's not like anyone else I've ever met. His brilliant mind won't let him view anything, even his wife, in a conventional way. He sees more potential in me than I've imagined for myself. I'll admit, I'm surprised by how much I like it.

Although Daisy was still an innocent, she understood enough of sexual matters to be aware that one's body could respond to a man without any involvement of the heart. As she had once responded to Cam Rohan. It disconcerted her to realize she was drawn to Matthew Swift in that same way. Such different men, one romantic, one reserved. One a handsome young gypsy who had stirred her imagination with exotic possibilities... one a man of business, hard-eyed and ambitious and pragmatic.

First of all, there is no need to patronize me by implying that I'm Helen of Troy when it's clear that I'm no beauty.

Would you say that you're a good man, Harry?" He had to think about that. "No," he finally said. "In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have.

Evidently you think I'm a fool who will easily succumb to flattery, or else your standards are quite low.

It had been too long since he had bedded a woman. Sir Ross Cannon could think of no other explanation for his reaction to Sophia Sydney... a response so powerful that he was forced to sit behind his desk to conceal a sudden, uncontrollable erection. Perplexed, he stared intently at the woman, wondering why her mere presence was enough to ignite such raging heat inside him. No one ever caught him off guard this way.

Whereas other clubs served the eternal beefsteak and apple tart, the lavish buffet at Jenner's was constantly replenished with ever-more artful dishes... hot lobster salad, casserole of pheasant, prawns on pillowy beds of pureed celery root, quail stuffed with grapes and goat cheese and served in pools of cream sauce. And Evie's favorite- a sticky flourless almond cake topped with raspberries and a thick layer of meringue.

How the hell could she hold him at fault for the situation when he'd had no choice in any of it? "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.

Catherine's face was peaceful, her lips slightly parted. Curled among the white bed linens, a glimpse of her pink shoulder visible, that golden hair streaming everywhere, she looked like a confection placed amid swirls of whipped cream.

Although Evie was far quieter than the rest of the family, everyone paid close attention whenever she spoke. For all her gentleness, she possessed a core of inner strength that had made her the center of the Challons' world. And she was so kind that Keir couldn't help but like her. When they'd first met, the duchess had stared at him for a moment of wonder, and then had smiled and embraced him with tear-glittered eyes, as if he were her own long-lost child instead of Kingston's.

I'm doing all this for Luke's sake. And yours." "For my sake?" Startled out of my rising anger, I gave him a round-eyed glance. "There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella," he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" -Jack & Ella

A humbling thought occurred to her. When you meet the right man, the list of things you would never do suddenly becomes much shorter.

Linking their names with Euler's infinity symbol means . . ." He paused, considering how best to explain it. "The two of them formed a complete unit . . . a togetherness . . . that contained infinity. Their marriage had a beginning and end, but every day of it was filled with forever. It's a beautiful concept." He paused before adding

And now she's right where she wants to be, Lucy thought with a stab of fury. How easily men were taken in by women! A few tears, some sweet Southern helplessness. Oh,it must have been ridiculously easy for Raine.And here she, Lucy, was, harboring the woman under her own roof! It had the makings of a fine farce.

But Cassandra was even more breathtaking than he remembered. Her golden sunstruck beauty illuminated the sterile environment of the clinic. She was wonderfully dressed in a green velvet walking dress and a matching hooded cloak trimmed with white fur. Her hair, so shiny it looked molten, had been pinned up in a complex mass of coils and topped with a flirtatious little excuse for a hat. He felt her presence like a shock, every nerve tingling.

You're unbelievable," he said in a low voice, and it wasn't a compliment. "It amazes me that there was ever a time I thought you needed toughening up." "Would you prefer someone more...helpless?" Even Lucy had to admit that she had pushed him too far.

The last time they had been together, they'd waltzed in a winter garden. Now, they were de-lousing a pestilent street urchin.

Her heart beat hard in her chest, until she felt the echo of its pounding in every part of her.