Quotes from Christina Dodd

Because late night, when I made you mine—" "Shush. You didn't!" "All right. Last night when you made me yours—" She definitely heard Pom snort.

By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones.

Saura nodded, bemused by the code of ethics that allowed for murder and kidnapping but balked at a lady touching a lord outside of the state of wedlock.

So you know you're a ghost? I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. Can you think of another explanation?

I could write an epic poem about your thighs." "That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn't like that." "I wouldn't either." She pressed her cheek to his belly. "I can't think of a word to rhyme with marble column.

Fill me in on the details of your life." "I thought you didn't give a shit." "It'll give me something to do while I wait for you to stab me to death.

I've been a foul-mouthed knave." "Well, I don't know." "A beetle-headed malfeasor." "Nothing so—" "A base, proud tottyhead." He paused, but she said nothing. "Aren't you going to object?" "No," she drawled the word. "Humility is so refreshing in a man.

What an expression of relief, my dear fiancée. However did you make your way through London society with such a revealing face? Not that I object, you understand. Leaning toward her, Mr. Knight smiled with the kind of intimate bewitchment that made her swallow to relieve her suddenly dry mouth. When a woman is as beautiful as you are, she's usually adept at hiding her emotions. With you, I'll always know what gives you pleasure, and strive always to do as you wish.

Yes, I'm a man and everyone knows men are great hairy beasts scarcely tamed by civilization -Jermyn, Duke of Northcliff to Amy, Princess Beaumontaigne

When she thought of how Lord Northcliff was ruining the life of a poor, sweet, old lady, she wanted to shriek with frustration. She wanted to shake him until he saw sense. She wanted to . . . she wanted to arrange a carriage accident that would finish him off.

When at last he could lift his head, he asked, "What have you done?" "What have I done?" She lifted a mocking brow. "Why, I've kidnapped the marquees of Northcliff." "You dare to admit it?" Inch by painful inch, he dragged himself onto the cot. "Admitting to it is the least of my sins. I did it.

I think that's Miss Victorine now with your breakfast. Are you hungry?" "Do you expect me to sit here like a bloody fool and eat a meal?" "You'll always be a bloody fool, there's nothing to be done about that, and I don't care if you starve to death." Moving to the bottom of the stairway, she took the tray from Miss Victorine's hand. "But right now you have to maintain a modicum of health or we won't get our money.

Don't you have any respect for your betters?" "I do. That's why I'm going to help her up the stairs and put her to bed with a cup of hot tea. You can just sit here and . . . jangle your manacle!

So while I can spin my fantasy whenever I wish, I'm afraid you wouldn't do for me." Sarcasm dripped from her every word. "You're good at imagining, so pray imagine my heartbreak.

Why do we have to go to Summerwind Abbey tonight? Why couldn't we have waited until I at least combed the sand out of my hair?" She heard the whine in her voice and realized she'd been reduced to petulance. With any luck at all, she'd become a nag and make Jermyn a dreadful wife.

When I break a rock open with my pick, I'm a prophet. I see the past. I see the future. I know where the world is going, and where it's been. And I always, always want to know more.

If Amy had one ounce of romance in her soul, she would be sighing with gratification. Instead, she said acerbically, "All that's missing is the love poem." Jermyn deposited her in a chair by the table. "I'll order a pen and ink for you.

He imagines himself a wit, but he's only half that.

With well-feigned impatience, he asked, "Don't you recognize a man who's urgently trying to impress his woman with his good deeds?" "No, is that what you're doing?" "Most definitely." He did kiss her, but only a swift brush of his lips, a tease that made her want for more. "Although I suspect it has lost its impact since I had to point it out.

You really owe me a lot for locking you up. It's improved your character immensely." She didn't giggle well. It wasn't in her character and it showed him only too clearly the fight he had ahead to keep her with him. He smiled as she wished him to do and said, "I'll give you what's coming to you. Don't worry about that.

Ah, Lord Northcliff, how well you look this afternoon!" "Thank you. I feel well indeed." Taking Amy's hand, he held it in both of his. "As long as my princess is nigh.

Tis knowing God created Eve from Adam's rib, the spot that protected his heart. 'Tis knowing without that rib to protect him, a man is vulnerable. 'Tis knowing you're created to be at my side, not under my feet. 'Tis knowing we're one body, one mind.

Kellen felt like a scumbag. When she was a soldier, she thought she was doing the hard job. No one ever told her being a mother was a wiggling wormy bag of guilt, worry and difficult decisions.

What I know is, you have to take the life you're given and shape it, moment by moment, into an existence that keeps you busy and makes you happy.