Quotes from Eloisa James

There was some rustling as the gown was cast over the soprano's shoulders, or so Lina assumed, and then the alto and Madame Rocque started cooing. But the soprano cut through it decisively. 'I look like an orange without its rind,' she said firmly.

I certainly don't want a husband!" Griselda said. "Of course you do," Sylvie stated. "Every woman wants a husband; they are so necessary to one's comfort, like a flannel night rail in the winter. Necessary, but tedious to acquire.

A concubine entices a man for the evening in exchange for coin," Stella mused. "A lady is supposed to entice a man as well, and she doesn't even get paid for it.

former estate that is now a public park sporting Florence's biggest

How are you getting along with Lavinia?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm so happy she and her mother have come to pay us a visit. I do believe she's one of the most direct people I've ever met. She says exactly what's she's thinking, but with utmost tact. I adore her.

Theo is like the huntress Diana," Cecil said, rocking a little on his heels. He was thoroughly enjoying the burst of popularity his cousin-by-marriage was experiencing. "Beautiful and yet slightly deadly, ready to to whip out a bow and arrow, or turn a man into a squealing swine. Sensual, and yet with just a snowy touch of the virginal about her.

Esme Rawlings is as intelligent as she is dissolute.

the horse's head whipped up and he reared straight into the air. Colin ignored him and poured the oats. 'You look as if you're trying to fly,' he told the animal. 'I believe I'll name you after my former ship, the /Daedalus/. The ship was named after a Greek man who flew too close to the sun for comfort, but made it back to earth.

Men are different," Sophie retorted. "You can see that easily enough, Charlotte. Women may love one man, but men simply love the person they see before them. That old chestnut, absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't work for men. They are like children with toys: They move on to the next shiny object if you take the old one out of their hands.

Olivia stated, "at

She double knotted the cord of her dressing gown. "I want to marry someone who will defend me from criticism. Who won't be ashamed of me.

He kissed her into silence, and then said, his voice husky with passionate longing, "Take me back, Eloise. Please, take me back.

And estranged though they might be, Rees couldn't stand the idea that his wife would be rebuffed at the ball. She was no Cinderella, after all, with a fairy godmother waiting in the wings. He would just have to wave his own magic wand. He found himself grinning at that, and decided not to share the joke with Darby.

It was just that - Gabby's common sense came to the rescue. Quill was an uncommonly handsome man. His eyes made her feel weak in the knees and warm in the belly. / The problem, Gabby rationalized, is that Father never allowed me to have anything to do with men. So now I am overcome by the species in general.

Doesn't he kill himself at that point?

But thinking about Shakespeare didn't really help. Everyone was so melodramatic in the old days.

He was waiting

I'm a butterfingers, and I always have been.' 'An angel's foot got in your way,' Codswallop said. 'That's what my mother used to tell us when we returned to the house with scrapes on our knees.

prod his halo back in place. It was composed of stiffened wire supposedly holding up a circlet covered with spangles and brilliants. In his case, the wire wasn't doing its job, and the damned thing listed to the side like a sailor whose pecker wasn't up to shore leave.

After finding him in bed with Rosalyn," Linnet's father said. He didn't even sound mournful, just matter-of-fact. "New bed; we'd had it only a week or two." "My sister had many passions," Zenobia said fondly. "I thought you just said she was white as snow!" the viscount snapped back. "None of them touched her soul! She died in a state of grace.

I don't make impulsive decisions. You are my one impulse, and yet I know in my gut that it's the right one.

nights?" Something unraveled in her heart, destroying the last of her defenses, the final shard of sanity she possessed. "Yes! It is, it is.

Grace leaned against Colin, who was silently watching the lively chatter. That was characteristic of him, actually. And then she realized that they were a pair, a silent, observant couple. Still, in the circle of his arm, she wasn't a lonely observer. She wasn't a wallflower, anymore. She could be herself rather than wishing she was more vivacious, more full of chatter, more like Lily.

His grin eased the bleakness in her heart. "You're my friend, Merry. Bloody