“Zenia,” he said, “I’m not good at it—tea and cakes. I have no patience with it.” She looked directly at him. “I suppose you would prefer to eat on the ground with your fingers?” Her dry remark seemed to take… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“The floorboards creaked. She felt him come close behind her, a warmth, a presence that made her stiffen with awareness. "You have remarkable character,… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“He wasn't at all what she had imagined. Tall, yes- but not plain, not dependable, not kind. Not by any stretch of fancy. The… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“The silvery aura from the window fell across his face, lighting a translucent, pale fire in his gray eyes. She could identify no telltale… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“He stood looking down at her for a moment, holding both her shoulders. Then he bent and planted a kiss full on her mouth.… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“But I don’t arrange a very good abduction, I’m afraid. In my haste to seize you and carry you off to the ends of… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“For God’s sake. Don’t build a wall to keep me outside.” “I won’t build one,” she whispered. “I am the wall.” — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“You must take this. I hadn't wanted to seem forward and press it upon you without knowing you truly wished to help me. Can… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do…Now, with so much, it was daily a decision:… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“My God." He pushed away from the bedpost. "Friends! And do you fall into bed with any man who's 'dear' to you? How am… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“Love!” She threw the pillow aside and sat up, pulling the be clothes around her. “You hypocrite. ’Tis nothing to you to say that,… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“Then you came and I started to feel again. I started to think there was a reason I survived, that you were my reason.… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“The baby closed its mouth, staring at him with hope and small hiccups. “Jesus,” he said. He lay down on the bed, pulling the… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
What a joy Mary Jo Putney is to read; she can't write fast enough for me. — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“Just—let me hold you. That’s all. Hold you and go to sleep.” He smoothed his thumbs over the back of her hands. “You can… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
“I think,' Olympia said slowly, 'that I know you quite well.' She looked down at the deck and added in a carefully mild voice,… — Laura Kinsale Copy Share Image
