Quotes About Intrigue

I feel Victoria may have a Secret, but you don't have to know it!

I was 10 years old when I first heard Ginuwine. I remember being at a friend's house, and the music video came on. I was just like, 'What is that?' I was just kind of drawn from there.

When you think of the Cold War, there are various places where you imagine espionage. Espionage crossroads of the Cold War bring you to the backstreets of Berlin, or Vienna.

As Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent, stared at the young woman who had just barged her way into his London residence, it occurred to him that he might have tried to abduct the wrong heiress last week at Stony Cross Park.

Seeing her indecision, Bowman said casually, "The others will be coming in here momentarily. And I should probably mention that I have an excellent view up your skirts." Drawing in a sharp breath, Hannah tried to gather her dress more closely around her, and her balance wobbled. Bowman cursed, his amusement vanishing. "Hannah, stop. I'm not looking. Be still, damn it. I'm coming up there to get you.

I had never felt the allure of another human being this strongly, warmth and curiosity mixing to form an unspoken question in the air.

He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

Aún. La tentadora promesa incrustada en esa palabra le cortó el aliento.

Something about her brings out the devil in me.

But before he left, Matthew drew his wife aside and whispered, "Why do they have holes in their dresses?" "I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation," she whispered back, and pressed a fleeting kiss on his jaw.

Gossip never has to be true. It only has to be interesting.

He has eyes of yellow fire, a stride that clears mountains, and he speaks in a human voice as deep as a cave. At midnight, he may stop in front of your house and call out your name if he wants to take you for a ride. If you go with him, he'll fly you across earth and oceans…and if you ever return, your life will never be the same.

Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves." "Yes," Pandora conceded, "but they hear fascinating things about other people.

I'm going to your mother, y'see... she's got 'em to leave a back door open... so I can steal into 'eaven.

Who are you?" "For you, Honey...I'm trouble.

A woman will always surprise you with what she's capable of. You can spend a lifetime trying to discover what excites and interests her, but you'll never know it all. There's always more. Every woman is a mystery, not to be understood but enjoyed.

If there is any man in England who is more experienced than Lord St. Vincent at sneaking around for a tryst, I'd like to know who.

You're not like any man I've ever known," she said. "You're not even someone I could have dreamed. You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know." "The prince, I hope." "No, you're the dragon, a beautiful wicked dragon." Her voice turned wistful. "How could anyone have a normal everyday life with you?

You are an interesting woman, Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page.

It was Evie, Lady St. Vincent, her red hair arranged in in a loose chignon. "I've been looking for you," she said. "We haven't seen you for days,"Lillian said. "Where have you been?" Evie's color deepened. "With St. Vincent." "What have you been... Oh, good God. Never mind.

You fascinate me in every way," Harry whispered, his hand playing gently in her hair. "There are mysteries in your soul that will take a lifetime to uncover . . . and I want to know every one of them.

In a deft and well-practiced move, the man smoothly hooked an arm around Larson's neck, grasped his wrist, and pushed the hand with the gun toward the floor. Even before West had a good look at the newcomer's face, he recognized the smooth, dry voice with its cut-crystal tones, so elegantly commanding it could have belonged to the devil himself.

Her heart skipped a beat, and another, as she stared into the darkest eyes she had ever seen, a brown so deep it looked black, shadowed by thick lashes and set deep in a complexion of rich umber. His brutal handsomeness unnerved her. He could have been Lucifer himself, sitting there.

Feeling called upon to say something, Daisy muttered, "Goodbye, Mr. Rohan. We shall probably never meet again." She could only hope so- because it was a certainty that she would never be able to face him. He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.