“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
“It was a popular belief in Victorian society that women, with their mercurial natures and lesser brains, could not have the same quality of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Just don't ask me to stand up with you at the wedding, as I have no desire to be a hypocrite." "No, just an… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Why isn't it enough that I'm willing to submit to you?' Poppy asked, her own temper flaring. 'Why must I be eager to lie… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You've always been a know-it-all. Well, you're about to find out how much you don't know." "Believe me," I muttered, "I'm the first one… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
One glance and I knew exactly who and what he was. The classic alpha male, the kind who had spurred evolution forward about five… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I always counsel aspiring novelists that passion is the most important quality for a writer to possess - technique can be taught, but that… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can’t seem to make yourself want him. But that’s not… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Risking a glance at the dignified young man beside her- what was his name?- Mr. Arthurson, Arterton?- Pandora decided to try her hand at… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You'll be my wife," he said inexorably. "You want to own me!" she accused, trying to crawl away from him. "Yes." He flung her… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
