“Sidonie,” he said, his voice strangely hoarse. “You are the most—I mean, you are so…I find you…ah, devil take it! Never mind!” “I beg… — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“I would know your scent anywhere. Even in the darkest night in the darkest room with a hundred other people." His voice dropped to… — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Did you know, ma'am, that our mutual friend can say "kiss my arse" in six languages?” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Deceivingly, Miss Neville, the word vodka means 'little water.' The Russians are masters of the understatement." - Lord Nash” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
Sometimes the only thing which truly tempts us is the thing which we cannot have. — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“The truth is, Sidonie, I don’t fare well with women.” He spoke coolly, and without looking at her. “It is my own fault, of… — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
