“Oh, my. Empress." His words pulled her from her thoughts. His gaze was locked upon her, taking in the beautiful silk lingerie,… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“I hope you do not consider me so distasteful?" She allowed herself to meet his amused gaze. No. Ralston was not distasteful.… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Lady Calpurnia." "I'd rather you call me Callie," she said hurriedly. "You don't like Calpurnia?" The words were lazily curious. She shook… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“She was not expecting him to smile. And so, when he did- a wicked, wolfish grin that shook her to her toes-… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Hear me well. I cannot begin to list all the things about you that are beautiful- a man could lose himself in… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Is the great Marquess of Ralston afraid of what might happen if he takes such a risk? The same man who once… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Don't cry for me, Empress. I'm not worth it." "I'm not crying for you," she said, placing her hand against his cheek.… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“I cannot stay, Empress. You are too much temptation, and I am nowhere near strong or good enough to resist you." He… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“What was it about this woman? This plain, unassuming woman whom he had never before noticed? 'There is nothing about her that… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“I'm not going anywhere, Empress," he said with a wicked smile. "I merely want a better look." He had lifted her skirts… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“ He meant for her to sit on his lap? She shook her head. "I couldn't." "You wanted to try the role… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Shall I loose you from your cage?" The words, laden with sensual promise, weakened her. He was offering her all the adventure… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“He kissed her soundly, stealing her breath, before saying, "Tell me what you want, my lovely." "I-" She stopped, too many words… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“What do you think of this?" he asked, indicating the painting nearby. She gave him an odd look. "I think it's an… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“As I've said before," she scoffed, "you're different." "How am I different?" his exasperation was clear. "Well, it seems you are my… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“She did not know how long he stood caressing her before he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed his mouth… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you should exhibit some of the character you are showing this evening in a more public forum," he said. "I'll admit… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“It appears that you have the advantage of me." "Indeed, it does seem that way." Callie was shocked by her own boldness.… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Here?" She gasped, grasping his forearm with her hand. He growled low in his throat as he watched her attempt to understand… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“I did not think that you would come today." A hint of a smile played across her lips. "I confess, my lord,… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“As I've said before," she scoffed, "you're different." "How am I different?" his exasperation was clear. "Well, it seems you are my… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“He broke off the kiss then, running his lips across her cheek and setting them to her ear, taking the soft lobe… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“You think my feelings toward you apathetic? You think you bore me?” “Don’t I?” He shook his head slowly, continuing toward her, stalking her… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
He raked his fingers through his hair. "She doesn't need me." Ralston smirked. "You are laboring under that mistaken impression that it is their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Do you love him?' Isabel paused at the question ... She caught a glimpse of herself in a long looking glass, noting her shape… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“What do I win?” she whispered in his ear. He grinned. “What would you like?” “You.” So simple. So perfect. “I am yours,” he… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
By the time I was 10 or 12, I had discovered the lure of the romance genre - and the dusty copy of 'The… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“She leveled Penelope with a look. “Penelope, you must think, darling! When your father dies! What then?” Lord Needham looked up from his pheasant.… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
In books by women and for women, it should come as no surprise that heroines are the heroes of the action, finding themselves, their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
