“There was Annabelle, with her honey-streaked hair curled into shining upswept ringlets, her complexion as fresh as that of the idealized dairymaids… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“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
“The infant, Isabelle, had been born to Annabelle and Simon Hunt approximately ten months earlier. Surely no baby had ever been doted… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“My lord," she said, inspecting the cuts and burns on his face, "you look like the loser in a tavern brawl." Coming… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“She had never had such delicious food... tender cockerel that had been simmered with tiny onions in red wine... duck confit expertly… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“The glittering light of eight chandeliers was reflected in her upturned eyes, filling them with tiny sparks that made the blue irises… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I have an idea," Annabelle said, "Let's go to the kitchen and peek in the larder. I bet there's still some gooseberry… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
