Merripen, despite his fear of heights, had often climbed a ladder to wash the second floor window for her. He had wanted… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
She had always maintained a cynical facade, using it as a defence against embarrassment, fear, loneliness… but at the moment she felt… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Somehow the promise we had made on that piece of paper gave me more freedom than I’d ever known before. It allowed… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Being afraid's not always bad." he said gently. "It can keep you moving forward. It can help you get things done." The… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I understood finally that the thing I should have feared most was not loss, but never loving. The price for safety was… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Do you happen to have a pocket-mirror?" "I'm afraid not. Why?" "I've made you late, which means by now Lady Berwick has… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie swallowed hard and tried to stiffen her knees, which seemed inclined to buckle. Cold dread weighted her stomach as she glanced… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Among other things, I’m afraid of cows.” “Because of their size?” Helen asked sympathetically. “No, it’s the way they stare. As if… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
What are their names? Psycho and Killer?" He shook his head. "Cupcake and Twinkie." My mouth dropped open. "You're kidding." A grin… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie felt queer and light-headed as she stood facing St. Vincent. The moment he slid the ring onto her finger, her heart… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
She heard the trace of fear in his voice. The fear that a small boy must have felt when every woman he… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
No miles of level desert, no jagged mountain heights, no sea of endless blue Neither words nor tears, nor silent fears will… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“They were all young women with hopes and dreams and fears… each of them entirely familiar with the sight of a gentleman’s… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it. — 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
