Quotes from Karen Hawkins

Instantly, Lucinda fell to the floor in a swoon - Bronwyn groaned. Not again !

You have no shame for ruining my shoes, nyet ? If it weren't so difficult to replace shoes here in the middle of nowhere, I would let you stomp on the tops of all of them, but such is not the case. If they are ruined, I must go without. A barefoot prince? That sounds like a bad Italian opera.

Me mam, bless her soul, tol' me tha' was the worst thing ye could be to a man—convenient.

You and I are from two different worlds. Nonsense. We have much in common. We both like books, dogs, poems, Sir Walter Scott, dogs - I could go on. You listed dogs twice. It does not matter; I still made my point. No, you haven't.

Because I am your favourite grandson, and you love me more than all of my brothers. Nyet . You are the most frustrating of my grandsons. Find a good woman, marry her, have children - then you will be my favourite. Perhaps I shall settle for second favourite. What would that take?

Beth sighed. "I want a relationship, but then again…I don't." To her surprise, Grandfather cackled. "That's quite normal, my girl. Quite normal indeed. There are no guarantees in this life. You have to take what you can get and enjoy it while you have it.

Roland sat beside his little sister. You are too young to know this, but love cannot grow in rocky soil. It must be planted in a tender heart, cared for with the gentlest of touches, warmed with happiness. and protected from all that might wish to harm it. That sounds like a lot of work, Melisandre said. It is a lot of work. But if it's true love, then it will be the lightest burden you'll ever carry.

No, my lord. I merely thought it unwise for you to visit the Duke of Massingale and request his granddaughter's hand in marriage while intoxicated." Reeves replaced the stopper on the decanter and carried it back to the sideboard. "His Lordship would not appreciate such a display.

Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond To her three wee Grandaughters one cold night.

Good God! What in the hell was that noise?" The man in front of them turned in his seat. "That's what I've been asking myself this half hour and then some

What is this bluestocking? A woman who fancies herself a member of the intelligentsia. He lowered his voice. It's against the laws of nature. Alexsey lifted his brows. Why are you whispering? Afraid of bluestockings, are you? All smart men are.

Seducing innocent virgins is such a tiring venture." Christian lifted a brow. "Are we back to that?

Bloody hell, were you this annoying with my father?" "I fear I was more so, my lord. I was younger then and could go on and on and on—" "Good. The old bastard deserved a difficult time." "So many people believe.

People who really live have a little wear and tear. But that's good. It's what makes us interesting.

I dinna normally answer the door. Ah, Strath said, offering a charming smile as he whipped off his hat. You are doing a fine job thus far. Well done, Mrs. Pitcairn. She eyed Strath the way a cat might eye a snake. It dinna take much in the way o'talent.

But love? True love? As wretched as loneliness could be, it was nothing compared to the pain of betrayal. He'd seen with his own eyes what "love" did to a person—how it built hopes that were rarely, if ever, realized. Falling in love meant being weak, vulnerable to the whims of another.

Beth grimaced. "He is a pompous ass." "And in dire need of a wealthy wife. Perhaps you should find a twitch to go with your stutter." "I would fall upon the floor in a fit if I thought it might do some good. The man is a menace.

We must all run through a storm or two before we reach our destinations.

Men never understand that all a woman truly wants is a man who will listen.Understand.Pay her bills.And,of course,love her madly even when her hips wide due to an unfortunate addiction to bon bons. - Lady Jersey to Mrs.Cowper,as the two watched dancers waltz at Almack's.

When it's a memory, you already know the outcome, so we believe it was an easier time. Looking forward is much more uncertain, and so feels more complicated. But I don't think it is. Not really.

You might be a good mom...You can practice on me.

It was a chaste kiss, but as her lips brushed his warm cheek, her eyes met his. They were deep and dark, warm with passion and longing. And somehow she knew, without question, what he thought. What he felt. Time held its breath - and in that moment, looking into Buchan's warm, tormented gaze, Tatiana's heart awoke.

With a hoarse moan, he swept her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately, his mouth promising and teasing, as if her kiss had broken the dam that had held back his passion.

Change never hurt nobody, child. You know that. It's those who can't or won't change who lose.