“Dearest," she murmured, "as you know, there was a time when it didn't matter to me whether I married a man I… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Everything you do or say interests me." "Really," she said skeptically. "What about Lord Westcliff's claim that I'm shallow and self-absorbed?" As… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“If you're implying that I'm spoiled, I assure you that I'm not." "You should be." His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You're a strong woman, Annabelle. Stronger than I would have believed." "No, it's my love for you that is strong.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
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“This is my favorite waltz," she told him, moving into his arms. "I know. That's why I requested it." "How did you… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
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“Wishing for someone to talk to, some warm human hand to cling to, she walked across the giant chessboard, searching blindly through… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
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“You don't want him," Hunt said softly. "Oh, yes I do." Annabelle paused dreamily, half propping her head on her curled arm.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
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“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
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