“My lady," Sebastian murmured, resting one hand at the small of her corseted back. Regarding Haldane with a slight smile, he continued… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Though Sebastian wasn't looking at her, he could hear the note of childish defiance in her voice, and it caused a wrench… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Sebastian turn his cheek into the softness of her palm with a wordless murmur. Beautiful, sinful, tormented creature. Some would argue that… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“As the four young women proceeded to a hallway leading toward the morning room, they encountered Lord St. Vincent, who was strolling… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You're not a wallflower. But you have my permission to hide in corners, my sweet- so long as you take me with… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I don't think I could live without you now." Sebastian's large hand passed gently over the back of her head, pulling her… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“God help me if I should ever lose my looks." "I wouldn't mind." He gave her a quizzical smile. "What?" "If..." Evie… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“An uneasy truce had come to exist between Lillian and St. Vincent after a great deal of past conflict. Although she would… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“As the third evening approached, Gabriel looked up blearily as two people entered the room. His parents. The sight of them infused… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“ Damn it , he thought wearily, I miss Evie . When she was away, which thankfully was seldom, the world stopped… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“St. Vincent and I didn't expect to fall in love. It caught us both unaware." "Yes, but how did you know?" "It… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Remaining relaxed in his seat, he murmured, "Take down your hood." A slender white hand reached up, and she complied. The hood… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Come to see the devil in his lair, have you?" he asked. She came closer, her expression intent and oddly fearless. "You're… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I do respect your j-j--" She stopped and shook her head impatiently at the sound of her own stammer. "My husband has… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so emotional. It's just that it's been a very trying few weeks. My feelings are… — 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
