Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?” “They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I’ve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl he’s just ruined — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
You wouldn't have taken Rose to such a place, would you?" "Of course not, but she is a little girl, and I'm-"… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
And you're not the kind of girl I want." Surely he couldn't mean the fact that I was Mexican. From what I… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
The earl shook his head, exhibiting a degree of frosty offense that could only be achieved by an aristocrat whose wishes had… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Well . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I'm one of those people who was meant to have a very ordinary life. I have no special talent, no great beauty,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
This is how we court girls in America. We grab them and kiss them. And if they don't like it, we do… — 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
