Quotes from Eloisa James

You are a virgin," Layla said, sighing. "Think of it as an unavoidable stage of life, like getting old and toothless and having to drink soup. Unfortunately, men seem to think that women are like new wine, good only before being uncorked.

She shrugged and, with one gulp, drank half a glass of champagne. "How long has she been like this?" The look on Edie's father's face was edging from half to threequarters barbarian. "Oh, about two years," Edie said, considering. "In the stages of marital harmony, I'd say the two of you are at about stage eight of ten—ten being the slough of utter despond.

everyone always says that Lord Findleshanks is really a woman. Did you ever look at him closely? He does look like a woman.' 'He has a beard,' Harriet pointed out. 'So did my grandmother.

I would like, just once, for a woman to see me as other than a person with a coronet. Simply as a man, no different than other men.

I have always thought, Mr. Bitts, that a hard man is good to find.

Is he your very first gingerbread man?' She nodded. 'You eat him.' 'Eat his head?' 'I always start with the feet,' Edie suggested. 'But if I eat him, he'll be dead.' 'No, he'll be in your tummy,' Layla said. 'There's a difference.' 'I think I'd better eat his head first,' Susannah said ... 'That way he won't know what's happening to him.' 'That's a very kind thought,' Layla approved.

We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.

I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded.

Dignity, virtue, affability, and bearing ," Mrs. Lytton recited over and over, turning it into a nursery rhyme. Georgiana would glance at the glass, checking her dignified bearing and affable expression. Olivia would sing back to her mother: "Debility, vanity, absurdity, and… brainlessness!

Surrounded by people speaking a different language, our family started talking to each other. We drew into a very small tribe (population: four), who ate together, and squabbled together, and mostly played together. We learned to waste our moments-together. And then we brought that lesson home with us.

You make it sound as if I hit her. I did nothing to Edie!' 'Oh? You did nothing? The woman I found in your wake, stripped of all self-repsect, convinced that she was a failure as a mother and a lover: that wasn't your work? Because I think it was!

A fit encomium for marital bliss," Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.

My only excuse is that I have no reputation myself, and I am thereby well aware of its ephemeral value. Reputation is worthless. Sebastian Bonnington's love letter to Esme Rawlings

The boy in me will always love you," he said, disarming her with a smile. "The man I am doesn't know you yet." And now there was a look in his eyes that she recognized, that resonated deep within her.

They were talking about things that didn't matter a fig, not with the huge yawning grief burning a hole in his chest because of what had happened to her. To Josie. His Josie, now.

She rose with the grace that was inherent to her every move ... Perhaps she did everything to a rhythm only she could hear.

You idiot,' Layla said. 'You sneering, despicable - ' 'You're beginning to repeat yourself.

Whenever possible, Gowan Stoughton of Craigievar, Duke of Kinross, Chief of Clan MacAulay, avoided rooms crowded with Englishmen. They were all babbling gossips with more earwax than brains, as his father was wont to say. Though Shakespeare had got there first.

Ele virou-se para a olhar de frente e os seus olhos encontraram-se de um modo que tinha tudo que ver com amor, do tipo suficientemente forte para arrancar alguém da sepultura, do tipo de nunca esmorecer e nunca falhar

Offended you again," her godmother said with satisfaction. "Come along, then. We'll go to my chambers. The butler put me in one of the towers, and it's utterly heavenly, like being stuck in the clouds except for the pigeons crapping on the windows.

Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. "Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?" "I'm not your Kate," she said, feeling her lips curve. Her treacherous heart was no match for a flirtatious prince on a summer's day. "That's the odd thing," he said, lying on his back again and shading his eyes with an arm. "You are, you are, you are.

How can I not think of you as Daisy when your hair is all about your face like the petals of a flower?" He crouched down on his heels before her chair and picked up a thick curl. "It's glossy, like sunshine.

The sky is the color of gray flannel, the darkness broken only by the dormer window of another early riser. The woman who lives in that attic painted her walls yellow, and the reflected light bounces out like a spring crocus. If light were sound, her window would be playing a concerto.

You're so beautiful," he said, truth echoing in every hoarse word. "Just look at you, Daisy. All satin skin and long limbs, and those gorgeous breasts like the apples Eve offered Adam." Her eyes widened. "Eve didn't offer Adam her breasts, silly." James rose up, straddling her with a knee on either side of her hips. "Maybe she did. Maybe these are the apples of paradise. Breasts like yours, the perfect size, delicious, designed to drive a man mad.