A slow smile began on Gideon's face, and his blue eyes sparkled. With a shake of his head, he put his hand… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Annabelle gave him a chiding smile. “If you’re implying that I’m spoiled, I assure you that I am not.” “You should be.”… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Most lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Those blue eyes glinted with uncivilized suggestion. A faint smile was tucked in the corner of his wide mouth. Definitely wouldn't want… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
But I think if it's the right person, you wouldn't have to work so hard at intimacy. I think—hope—it would just happen… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets."… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Evie picked up the smallest of the rings and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Did you fall in love with her?" "I care about her. A lot." "You're not supposed to marry someone if you don't… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
You are not a perfect woman.You have an evil temper, you’re as blind as a mole, you’re a deplorable poet, and frankly,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while… — 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
