“First of all, there is no need to patronize me by implying that I'm Helen of Troy when it's clear that I'm… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evidently you think I'm a fool who will easily succumb to flattery, or else your standards are quite low.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Sukey's approving glance swept over Amanda's black evening dress, made of shimmering crinkled silk that had been cut very low across the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Jack enjoyed watching Amanda's face in the candlelight, her expression by turns thoughtful, amused, and lively, those gray eyes gleaming more brightly… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Books were everywhere, lined neatly on shelves that went from floor to ceiling. The ceiling was two stories high, with an upper… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, bringing with it the scent of fresh-turned earth and lavender blossoms. Amanda drew to the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“The door opened to reveal a room with walls consisting mostly of inset mahogany bookcases covered by leaded glass doors. Intricate plasterwork… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Amanda herself couldn't understand why her writing was so different from her own personality. Her pen seemed to take on a life… — 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 was an intelligent and honest woman who knew what she was... and she was no beauty. Her attractions were moderate at… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“If he was looking for fancy embellishment, or obvious signs of wealth, he was to be disappointed. Amanda couldn't bear pretension or… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Some of his authors were so mulishly stubborn about altering their own work, one would think he had suggested changing text in… — 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
“She was a luxuriously made woman, with her velvety skin and curly auburn hair, and her decidedly voluptuous figure... and he was… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Today Amanda was dressed in a gown of soft pink wool trimmed in corded silk ribbon of a deeper shade. She had… — 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
