And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I had to wait for someone special. Someone who would make my heart feel as if it's been trampled by elephants, thrown… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
There is something about you that makes me feel terribly wicked. You make me want to do shocking things. Maybe it's because… — 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… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I want you to admit just once what you feel for me. I want to know if you'll miss me even a… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven," Poppy said glumly. "Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
What happened to your stammer?" "I suppose I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people." "No… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Well, I find a strange comfort in the fact that he wouldn't feel this degree of animosity now, had he not loved… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
McKenna will always be a part of me, no matter where he goes. They say that people who've lost a limb sometimes… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
To be honest," I halfwhispered, "I don't feel as safe with him as I do with you." "I know." A ghost of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
But Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, you’d still say it wasn’t enough time.”… — 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
