“She fluttered her fan. “And do you know what they say of women of a certain age, what they want above all?”… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“She touched him, placing her hand over his curled fingers, straightening them so that they were palm to palm, then she interlaced… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“He kissed her on her ear, a kiss with the barest hint of moisture to it. She could not breath for the… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“He climbed into bed himself and kissed his way up her legs. Instincts she didn’t even know she possessed made her clench… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Even now her body yearned to be closer to him. She wanted to press her nose into his skin and inhale hungrily—he… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Make no sounds. Do not, under any circumstances, make any sounds. She faltered. A whimper of unutterable pleasure escaped her tightly clenched… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“His voice, however, was utterly velvety—if an upholstered wrecking ball could be called velvety. “I won’t need to try, my dear. My… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Now what I want to know is what happened when you found Bryony, Leo,” said Will. “Did you just say your sister… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Her hand reached up and took a strand of his hair between her fingers. “Simple as that.” She gently pulled on that… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Hastings sat down and braced his arm along the back of the chaise, quite effectively letting it be known he did not… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Do you think I should be paying my addresses to Mrs. Martin, my dear Miss Fitzhugh?” he whispered. “Martin doesn’t look the… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“When will you ask for your post back?” he whispered in her ear. “I miss the smell of industrial-strength solvents.” She laughed… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“«She sat at the bow of a pleasure craft a stone's throw away, under the shade of a white parasol, a diligent… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“Sometimes people change, said a voice inside him. And sometimes they don’t.” — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“For the thousandth time he wished he’d just met her. That they were but two strangers traveling together, that such lovely, filthy thoughts did… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“This is the story of a girl who fooled a thousand boys, a boy who fooled an entire country, a partnership that would change… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“Outwardly, other than her hair, she had not changed much. She was still more or less the same cool, aloof woman who garnered more… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“Humans, herself included, held no interest for her except as living machines, mind-bogglingly intricate, beautiful systems that somehow housed individuals not quite worthy of… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“...So far I have restrained myself. For how much longer, I do not know. I have never known such happiness, shot through with such… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“You are asking me to give up everything for a cause that isn't mine. I don't want to be part of any revolution. I… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“Just before the start of Summer Half, in April 1883, a very minor event took place at Eton College, that venerable and illustrious English… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“A reflection of their story: imperfect, but to him the most beautiful of stories.” — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“For the next three seconds, he still dared to let himself hope. Perhaps she was making a grand entrance. Perhaps she would be carried… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“He smiled at her. And it hit her like a mallet to the temple, the realization that she was in love with him. Stupidly,… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
“We will never accomplish anything worthwhile in life if we require the guarantee of success at the onset.” — Sherry Thomas Copy Share
