“She instantly lowered her face, staring at her lap, so that nothing was visible of her beyond the clusters of sunflower curls that framed the netted bun on top of her head. Intrigued by the curve of one plump cheek,… — 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
