Quotes from Lisa Kleypas

He's only trying to minimize the casualties. You can't blame him for that." "Tell me what I can blame him for, then." "In this situation?" A note of apology entered his voice. "Being realistic." Kathleen gave him a reproachful glance.

Kathleen is not heartless, you see," Helen murmured. "She feels very deep sorrow. It's only that she can't show it." Devon wasn't certain whether to thank or curse Helen for the revelations. He didn't want to feel any compassion for Kathleen. But the rejection by her parents at such a tender age would have been devastating. He understood all about the desire to avoid painful memories and emotions... the compelling need to keep certain doors closed.

I will never forget that you took away the man I loved and put yourself in his place. I'm not certain I can ever forgive you for that. The only thing I am absolutely certain of is that I will never love you. Do you still want to marry me?" "Yes," Harry said without hesitation. "I've never wanted to be loved. And God knows no one's done it yet.

I suppose you'll want a full-fledged proposal on bended knee?" She nodded, the corners of her mouth deepening. "Because I do so love to hear you say please." Amusement glinted in his eyes. "Then I suppose we're a well-matched pair." Covering her body with his, he settled against her intimately before whispering, "Because I do so love to hear you say yes.

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything.

Oh, dear," she said, staring into her nearly empty cup. "Did I drink all of that?" Nick took the cup from her and set it on the table. "I'm afraid so." "Only you could undo my years of training at Maidstone's in one evening," she said, making him grin. His gaze lowered to her mouth, and he traced the edge of her jaw with his fingertip. "Are you completely corrupted now? No? Then let's go home, and I'll finish the job.

Lillian and Daisy were sisters from New York. Their family, the Bowmans, were astonishingly, vulgarly, almost unimaginably wealthy, having made their fortune with a soap manufacturing business. They had no good blood, no manners, and no social patrons. Lillian was a fiercely loving friend, but also strong-willed and bossy. And Daisy was a dreamer who often fretted that real life was never quite as interesting as the novels she read so voraciously.

Un hombre que quiere problemas puede encontrarlos en cualquier sitio.

Growing up in the Edgemoor neighborhood of Bellingham, Maggie and her brothers and sisters had explored the trails of Chuckanut Mountain and played along the shores of Bellingham Bay. The quiet neighborhood offered views of both the San Juans and the Canadian mountains. It was also situated next to Fairhaven, where you could browse through unique shops and galleries, or eat at restaurants where the waiters could always tell you about the freshest catch and where it had been brought from.

Dying in her arms … cradled against her as he relinquished his scarred soul to the darkness … Win would be the last thing he would ever feel, see, hear. Had there been any tears in him, he would have wept in gratitude.

Staring down into her mutinous face, he said ruefully, "Don't look like that. Good God, one would think we were conspiring to murder someone." "I have just the person in mind," she muttered.

In the gray winter light from the windows, Kathleen's auburn hair was a lively shock of color. She was a little slip of a thing with distinctive feline beauty, her brown eyes tip-tilted and her cheekbones prominent.

Ravenhill was not pleased with what had become of Holly, Zachary realized. His lordship was offended by the idea that his departed friend's wife was now employed by a lowbrow commoner. Too bad for you, Zachary thought nastily, every proprietary, primitive instinct in his body rising to the fore. She's mine now, and there's nothing in hell that you or anyone else can do about it.

Do you happen to have a pocket-mirror?" "I'm afraid not. Why?" "I've made you late, which means by now Lady Berwick has sprouted serpents from her head, and I can't look at her directly.

You have no sympathy for Theo because you didn't like him," she said awkwardly, "but--" "I haven't yet decided whether I like you either. That doesn't change my opinion of the situation.

Shall I have the carriage readied in time for you to catch the late morning train?" "I'm afraid you won't be that fortunate." West took a swallow of tea. "I can't go back to London. I have to stay in Hampshire until I've met with all the tenants I had planned to visit.

Staring down into her mutinous face, he said ruefully, "Don't look like that. Good God, one would think we were conspiring to murder someone." "I have just the person in mind," she muttered. "You had better pray that nothing ever happens to him, because then I would become the earl. And I would wash my hands of the estate." "Would you really?" She seemed genuinely shocked. "Before you could blink.

A few guttural words caused Helen's steps to slow as she neared the upstairs parlor. The sounds of Welsh curses had become quite familiar during the past week, as Mr. Winterborne grappled with the limitations of his injuries and the heavy leg cast.

Although the garment was beautifully designed and well made, the color, a dark velvet that captured the intense tones of a ripe plum or black cherries, would prove a jarring clash with her hair. She added ruefully, "Not with this carrot top. I'll look a fright.

If I were going to molest you," he pointed out, "I would have done so by now." Her flush deepened at his bluntness. "So you say. But for all I know, you could be a very slow molester.

Sing to me," Merripen whispered as the blinding darkness rolled over him. Win continued to stroke his head as she crooned a lullaby. His fingers touched her throat, seeking the precious vibration of her voice, and the sparks faded as he lost himself in her, his fate, at last.

I don't think they'll judge you severely, so long as they believe that you're not judging them. Just try to be sincere, and you should have no difficulty." "I have no talent for sincerity," West muttered.

As you yourself once said, Devon is carrying a heavy burden. There's nothing in this world I want badly enough to be willing to do what my brother is doing. Which means I have no choice but to support him." Kathleen nodded glumly. "Now you're being practical.

He craved activity and noise, having even gone so far as to insist that the carpenters and plumbers resume their daily cacophony of work, despite the fact that Devon had told them to stop while Winterborne recovered. Apparently the last thing Winterborne wanted was peace and quiet.