“One would never guess Daisy was a grown woman of twenty-two at this moment. Small, slim, and dark-haired, she still had the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Frowning, Lillian stared at her sister's small ivory face, with its intelligent dark eyes and brows that were a shade too strongly… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Daisy realized that her heart had begun to thump just as it had when she had read the more lurid passages of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I shall leave you to your Sisyphean task." "What does that mean?" he heard Daisy ask. Lillian replied while her smiling gaze… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A rare orchid that gives off its scent only at night," Nettle replied. "The petals are pure white, far more delicate even… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I want to marry a man who has read the entire collected works of Shakespeare," Daisy said. "Someone quiet and romantic- better… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Daisy Bowman, Lillian's young sister, had an out-sized personality that belied her small, slight frame. Idealistic and possessed of a decidedly whimsical… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Smiling wistfully at the thought of her beloved sister, Daisy felt a wave of loneliness sweep over her. She and Lillian had… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Give her a solid, practical name,' I told my wife when the child was born. Jane or Constance or something of the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Despite the sisters' pretend rivalry and occasional squabbles, they were each other's staunchest ally and closest friend. Few people in Lillian's life… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Daisy was wearing a butter-yellow gown that wrapped tightly around her slender waist and pushed the small, pretty shapes of her breasts… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A shopgirl dressed in finery, speaking in cockney... it's like fingernails on slate." "Yes," Llandrindon said with a laugh. "Or like seeing… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“No,” Lillian said frankly. “But much as I hate to admit it, that puts us in a minority. Swift is liked by… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I want to know what your five-dollar wish was for.” “Is that all?” He smiled beneath her exploring fingertips. “I wished you… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“My father..." Daisy began, then bit her lip. This man was her father's business partner. It was not appropriate to run to… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Books are expensive. So are nice houses with gardens. Has it occurred to you that someone has to pay for your peaceful… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“It was the Gypsy, the boy with the eyes of a hungry panther. He had removed his coat and waistcoat... and his… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Matthew. I’m here. I’m yours. I want to do everything you’ve ever imagined doing with me.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Making a shallow bow, Marcus smiled at Daisy, for whom he thought he could easily develop a brotherly affection. The slightness of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Although Daisy was still an innocent, she understood enough of sexual matters to be aware that one's body could respond to a… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“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
“Risking a glance at the dignified young man beside her- what was his name?- Mr. Arthurson, Arterton?- Pandora decided to try her hand at… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You'll be my wife," he said inexorably. "You want to own me!" she accused, trying to crawl away from him. "Yes." He flung her… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You thought I was peculiar,” she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
