“For what is love but a great rebellion against caution and sense?” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“No, thank you. I prefer my liquor cold.' 'Right. Or in a pipe, I suppose.' Phin's brow lifted. 'What a clumsy way to drink… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“Her face turned to the window, and he saw her swallow. She was not as calm as she appeared, but for some reason, it… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“the kiss he gave her when he pulled her head down was slow and deep, a leisurely address that reached into her like the… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“She had told the truth: she did not like to dance. Men assumed that a spinster wanted for excitement. Dried-up. They made a point… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“Here was a new lesson for her, then: it was possible to behave like an utter goose in front of a man, and then… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“The cat's tail was straying into her face again; she was forced to expel air in a most unbecoming fashion to avoid a mouthful… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“Speak plainly, sir.' '*Sir*? I say, Lyd. Are you always so formal with men you've made love with?' The whip of her head caused… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“The flesh was weak, but it was not dumb. It had its own animal intelligence. In her husband's bed her body had felt like… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“After a long moment, the Countess sat back down. "So," she said. "You … do love her. I must say, you look peculiarly resigned… — Meredith Duran Copy Share
“His arms banded about her so tightly that she felt nothing could break his hold. It calmed something in her that had been trembling… — meredith duran Copy Share
