Quotes from Elizabeth Hoyt

Val's upper lip curled as he wondered if Mrs. Crumb knew the meaning of the word fun . Most likely she dismissed it as something vaguely shameful and leading to sin - which, at the best of times, it was .

Then he dived back into the storage compartment and came back up with a hamper containing a small bottle of milk for the tea, a basket of peeled hard-boiled eggs, ham sliced so thin it was nearly transparent, crumbling sharp cheese, crusty bread, a cold raspberry tart, and several crisp apples, all served on China plates.

He studied her upturned face for a minute. "Please forgive me. I don't want you to hope. If there were any way—" "I know." She got to her feet. "I even understand." She walked briskly to the door. "I came down to get something for Rebecca. She must be wondering what happened to me.

I control your funds. I don't control you. And I think, Mr. Harte, that had you all the money in the world, or sat penniless in a gutter, I still would not find you very likable.

He would have to marry her, and in doing so give up all his dreams, all his hopes, of having a family. She

I'm Joanna but you can call me Jo if you wish. I've always wanted someone to call me Jo. It's sounds so dashing, don't you think?

delicate layers of lace falling from the sleeves at her elbows. The lace was repeated

As he brought her back to her waiting parent he lowered his head to hers and said, I'll call on you next week, shall I? The hand on his arm jerked, but she kept her composure. I beg your pardon, Your Grace? I intend to court you, he informed her kindly, and then added to make it perfectly clear, and make you my wife. She swallowed. Oh, no. He smiled. Oh, yes.

Oh, he was glorious! He was everything she'd suspected- and feared- that first morning. His shoulders so wide, his chest swirled with wet, dark hair his hips slim, and his sex framed by the V of muscle that ran from the sides of his belly to his groin. His cock bobbed wetly, the foreskin already pulled taut under the head. His thighs were long and bulged with muscle, and even his feet were large and hairy.

Have you looked at my books? Glanced at my titles? Fondled my spines?

It's such a dissonant name. Brid-get. Brid-get. Brigitbrigitbrigit. It almost sounds like a birdcall. One of those irritating birds that live in bushes and chirp repetitiously and ruin ones picnic. Not that I go on many picnics. Brigitbrigitbrigit.

A man who sets a course and proceeds to sail it, no matter the barriers or odds, is very admirable in my opinion.

He remembered Mrs. Dews' light brown eyes last night. The way they'd closed in bliss when he'd fed her the plum tart… Her emotion was foreign, wild and exciting, and entirely fascinating--and she tried so very hard to hide it. Why? He wanted to spend time with the source of such powerful emotion. Wanted to experiment, poke and prod, see what else made her cheeks flush her breath come fast.

You'll be haunting my tomorrows evermore.

Perhaps the wine had mingled with the blood in his veins, and now he was part grape.

now she couldn't quite remember the face of the boy whose

Fuck, you mean?His eyes narrowed to slits. Make love. Make love to me. Now

Can anyone ever know everything about another person?

The woman who'd shot him had eyes the color of the sky above the moors just after a storm: blue-gray sky after black clouds. That particular shade of blue had been one of the few things his mother had found beautiful in England. Raphael agreed. Despite the fear that shone in them, Lady Jordan's blue-gray eyes were beautiful.

you can't teach a dog not to bark, for 'tis God's will that they do

Eve was a shy woman. A woman who had spent years hidden away from the world, traumatized by their shared past. True, she was also stubborn as a mule when she wanted to be, but he never should've put her in the position of facing off against Makepeace. He'd obviously proved too overwhelming for her. God only knew what the pleasure garden owner had done to Eve to make her agree to marry him.

His knee pressed between her thighs, bunching the linen against her woman's place, spreading her and rubbing into her folds. She found herself undulating against that knee, pleasuring herself with his hard, hot, wet body.

Would you prefer it if I'd continued to wear your shirt and banyan? Actually he'd quite liked her wearing his clothes, both because her breasts had been unbuttoned it made something in him very, very content. The yellow dress, however, quite suited her. She seemed to glow in the candlelight, like a beacon of purity.

Come, Titania, your walnut-shell carriage awaits, drawn by dragonflies and coached by a tiny black beetle. Away will we to dance like dandelion fluff upon the wind!