Quotes from Anne Stuart

She reached behind her to unfasten her bra, then stopped. "Do you need me to take all my clothes off, or just from the waist down?" "This isn't a visit to the gynecologist, Rachel. Everything must go." His voice was lightly mocking.

I don't have time to read," Warren announced loudly. "I wasn't asking you," Sally said. "And anyone with any sense finds the time to read, or their brain atrophies and their soul shrivels.

Too bad he took a tumble out that window when he was too drunk to know what he was doing, she said, cheerfully callous. It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever let a man near me again.

She needed to keep an open mind. She might have been hasty in dismissing the entire male gender.

He could almost hear her grind her teeth, and his mood lightened. Astonishing how entertaining it was to annoy his unwanted confederate.

She wanted more, and yet his kiss was like poison to her. It could lead to things, to feelings that could destroy her utterly.

There'd been something rare and dangerous between them during those two dark days, some kind of connection that he'd never felt before. And the damned feeling had lasted, disturbing with his sleep, leaving him bored with the beautiful, experienced women he could easily have. In truth, he wanted Charlotte and no one but Charlotte, and his efforts to get over her were only making things worse.

He'd taken unfair advantage—he knew far more about women's bodies than she did, even though she lived in one.

Are you certain we're going in the right direction?" He let out an irritated growl. "I'm not certain of anything. I was going on instinct." "Instinct being that you do the opposite of what I suggest?

He'd come to London to find a wife and to have sex, and so far he'd failed at the first and not done terribly well at the second. No one seemed to interest him. Except for the enigma that was Charity Carstairs.

her, climbing out of the bath.

Is Jensen really your name? she asked when he sat down again, closing the knife and tucking it back into his pocket. Does it matter? I've used any number of names. Jensen, Davidson, Wilson, Madsen. In other words your mother didn't know who your father was.

Cosa vuoi che ti faccia? Vuoi che ti prenda mentre dormi? Vuoi che ti faccia venire mentre tu fingi che nemmeno esisto? Vuoi entrare nel mio letto e lasciare che ti mostri cose che non hai mai nemmeno sognato? Si, no.. Quale di queste? Sii coraggiosa. Devi solo dirmelo. farò quello che vuoi Forse non sono tanto coraggiosa, dopotutto. il coraggio è avere paura e continuare lo stesso.

Bring mademoiselle a chair. She looks weary. No! she said. I have no interest in conversing with you, Monsieur le Comte. I simply need my mother. And I need to prove myself a proper host, he returned. You've managed to overcome your more proper urges so far, she said pointedly. Why change now?

What was it about her that caught at his soul, when he no longer had one?

Make certain you tell them you are not my sister. Your sister? Why should anyone believe such an absurdity? she said hotly, shaken by the very notion. He touched her then. His elegant, pale hand reached out and touched her chin, tilting her face up to his. He looked at her carefully, his dark green eyes revealing only cursory interest. I cannot imagine, he said after a moment.

It didn't matter that the world considered the Rohans to be profligates and degenerates—the moment they found their soul mates they became, if not the epitome of righteous behavior, at least excellent husbands.

would want to make a pilgrimage to the place where her mother had spent her final, peaceful days, to the spot where she was buried. She could see the good that Stella's money was doing, make peace with what the courts

not now. She'd fought back, hard. Only to have her lawsuit thrown out by the first judge, her lawyers quit on her, and defeat wash over her like a bitter shower of acid. You can't sue a religion. You can't accuse a saint. Stella Connery was of sound mind when she made her will

She was in love with Adrian Rohan, and had been for years, and nothing, not his rudeness nor tales of his outrageous excess, nor all her own rational self-discourse, could change her.

mother into leaving twelve and a half million dollars to the Foundation of Being. And not a damned thing to the only child she'd ever had. Ten years ago Rachel might

religion, and Rachel called a cult. The man who had mesmerized her dying mother into leaving twelve and a half million dollars to the Foundation of Being. And not a damned thing to the only child she'd ever had. Ten years

There was only one problem with all this. Seducing well-born virgins was universally frowned upon by society. It was just lucky he didn't give a tinker's damn about society. Because he meant to have her, and he was getting tired of waiting. Last night he'd had a taste, and that taste lingered in his senses, driving him mad. He would have her, and soon. The question was, would he ever be ready to let her go?

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.