“Come here, Amanda." His voice was a low scrape of sound. "Oh, I can't," she said unsteadily. "I-I think you should go… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Do you have a distaste for the Irish?" Jack asked, staring steadily into her eyes. "Oh, no," she said dazedly. "I was… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You taste so sweet." The whispered words sent a shiver down her spine. Somehow, whenever she had imagined this intimacy with a… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Why aren't you married?" "Why aren't you?" she parried. "I like my independence too well to relinquish any part of it." "That's… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“He was standing so close to her that he detected the faint fragrance of lemons in her hair. He sensed rather than… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“He seemed to understand what she wanted, for he gave an unsteady laugh and caught one of her hands in his. "No,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“It's damp outside, and I'm always cold. Most days I wear a cap and shawl indoors." "I could suggest other methods to… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“He moved a little, as if intending to push away from her, and she reached out impulsively, her short arms catching his… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A poor man needs the escape far more than a wealthy man does." "Escape," Amanda repeated, having never heard a book described… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“He had never talked to her this way before, his soft voice underlaid with with steel. Amanda had no choice but to… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“The relief of being clasped firmly, held close by his hands, was so great that Amanda couldn't hold back a sudden gasp.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Do not mistake my compassion for injured creatures as any kind of personal interest, Mr. Devlin. I once bandaged the paw of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You've told a good story in a skillful manner. I like it that you haven't moralized about your heroine's mistakes. You've made… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“For the first time, she enjoyed the freedom of being a thirty-year-old spinster. This was a distinctly compromising situation that no schoolroom… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“She huddled against his bare chest, greedily absorbing the heat and scent of him. "Oh, this is dreadful." "Why dreadful?" he asked,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Part of you liked him," Jack said, giving her an intent stare. "I could see it in your writing." She smiled uncomfortably.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“The skin of his torso was smooth and golden, rows of hard silken muscles contracting at her timid touch. His body radiated… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Did you like my novel?" she couldn't resist asking. "Yes, I did. At first I thought it would be typical silver-fork fare.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“He threw her a crooked grin as he removed his shirt completely, revealing a torso that seemed too perfectly muscular and finely… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“His thumb smoothed over the tiny red marks the pins had made on her palm, and he brought her hand to his… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I shouldn't like to monopolize your time- surely you should be receiving your guests." Devlin took her to a corner of the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
