“Sidonie,” he said, his voice strangely hoarse. “You are the most—I mean, you are so…I find you…ah, devil take it! Never mind!” “I beg your pardon?” “Nothing,” he growled. “I misspoke. What did you say about oranges?” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Sidonie,” he said, his voice strangely hoarse. “You are the most—I mean, you are so…I find you…ah, devil take it! Never mind!” “I beg… — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“I would know your scent anywhere. Even in the darkest night in the darkest room with a hundred other people." His voice dropped to… — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Did you know, ma'am, that our mutual friend can say "kiss my arse" in six languages?” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“Deceivingly, Miss Neville, the word vodka means 'little water.' The Russians are masters of the understatement." - Lord Nash” — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
Sometimes the only thing which truly tempts us is the thing which we cannot have. — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
“The truth is, Sidonie, I don’t fare well with women.” He spoke coolly, and without looking at her. “It is my own fault, of… — Liz Carlyle Copy Share Image
