Quotes from Julie Anne Long

Not every man will make you want to do anything he wishes because the moment he touches you your body is his to command. Not every man is capable of making you scream with bliss in every imaginable position, or knows where to touch you or listens to your breath and your sighs to know precisely how to touch you, so that the pleasure you experience is the most intense. Not every man will make you see stars every ...single... time.

Use it all you want. Marry him. He'll never really be yours, and you'll never know it. Or maybe you will.

When Phoebe glanced back at the marquess he swiftly lifted that rogue lock of hair, pointed at his forehead and mouthed: Good aim. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Dear God, he was sporting a bruise! So that's where she'd clocked him with his hat! And this explained the forelock.

Now, here's a philosophical dilemma for a vicar … is it a lie if you don't know you're lying? Is it a lie if you're lying to yourself?" "Is it a sin if I tell my cousin to bugger off?

She wanted to buckle, lie on her side and gasp like an eviscerated fish. She held her breath against it, but her mouth parted. She cared naught for living in the moment, but apparently her body was sensible. It wanted to breathe.

Kinkade sketched the occasional nude woman, and was generous about passing the sketches around to the men and cheerful about accepting criticisms and suggestions, which he seldom incorporated, as he had his own vision. He signed them O.McCaucus-Bigg A new soldier was always puzzled by this, given that this wasn't Kinkade's name. O.McCaucus-Bigg? Braggart, are you? Kinkade would roar. Not as big as mine,laddie! A good joke, suitable for thirteen-year-old boys and bored sergeants and subalterns.

It's…" She couldn't finish. "Don't try, Miss Redmond," he agreed, shading his eyes. "There are honestly no suitable words, so we shall not fault you for failing to find them. Nothing makes a man feel more like God than sailing a ship over the sea with no land in sight. And nothing makes a man feel less like a God than clinging to a shred of ship exploded by lightning in a storm.

Well, it's not as though he cannot help it, you see. The…saving of things. I suspect it's Captain Flint's way of telling the world, 'This is how it's done.'" She wondered if it was also Flint's way of showing the world, "This is how you could have saved me when I was a boy.

Let's refer to it as Saturday, rather than the day of my hanging, shall we?

Charm is an essence, not a façade.

How had she ever thought his blue eyes placid as a lake? But there was untold power in any water: to buoy, to drown, to toss, to carry one to the safety of shore.

Even cliffs are vulnerable, Captain Eversea, she thought. The sea gets at them, eventually, reshaping them inexorably, giving them no choice at all in the matter.

Good God. She was Wellington with eyelashes.

MEEEEE!" it bellowed. She jumped back again, dropping the basket lid. What the devil? She opened it again, and looked down at the wee thing. "MEEEEEE!" "Good heavens, you are loud," she told it. "I thought cats were supposed to say 'meow.' There are two syllables in meow." "MEEEEEE!" It corrected vehemently and with great singularity.

No, Kinkade," Chase said thoughtfully. "I don't think a woman can destroy you. You can't be destroyed because…there's nothing to destroy. I warrant that you just reflect whatever's near you. Like a puddle of mud. You reflect honor if you're near it. You reflect decay if you're near it. Left to your own devices, you've no moral center at all, no concern except for your own pleasure. This is the result.

Men who are fatally struck usually take a moment to drop. He felt rather suspended in that moment.

Picture, if you will, Tommy, the fuse of a cannon. Now, when one touches a flame to a fuse, what happens? It's consumed bit...' He stepped toward her, so close that his boot toes nearly touched the toes of her slippers. She sucked in a breath. But she stood her ground when his knees brushed hers. '...by bit...' His voice had gone perilously soft. '...by bit. Until...' His breath fluttered her hair. His mouth was next to her ear now. 'Boom.

You should see your expression. The duel one? No. It's more like... when a snarling dog is swatted across the nose by a kitten. Surprised and affronted. As though the natural order of things has been subverted. He blinked. Bloody hell, but he was charmed speechless by the analogy.

Plain girls who were also clever were a ha'pence a dozen.

One of heartbreak's chief qualities seemed to be its ability to distort time and distances.

He composed himself inwardly. Sparing the world his awkwardness, hiding vulnerability. Preserving his pride.

Oh, I'm bowed, but unbroken.

No one understood what his legend had cost him.

No proper life could be made from the pursuit of blinding pleasure followed by limp exhaustion.