“My love," he said with great patience, "you're hair is a rat's nest. Your eyes are swollen from weeping, your nose is red, your clothing is tattered, and you face is streaked with mud. You are still beyond passing fair,… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
Lord save us, first you have a heart, now you have a god? Will wonders never cease? — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Bring mademoiselle a chair. She looks weary." "No!" she said. "I have no interest in conversing with you, Monsieur le Comte. I simply need… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Jilly looked at it with a sinking heart. It was difficult enough when the exotic, undeniably gorgeous creature of her fantasies had turned out to be an obnoxious bully. Of course he had to have a Harley, as well, completing the perfect bad-boy image. With the tattooed teardrops on his high cheekbones and spiky, waist-length, flame-colored hair and his long,… — Anne Stuart Copy Share
Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet? — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“What are you doing, Alys?" He'd turned to watch her, and his expression was disbelieving. She'd emerged from the winding staircase to stand in the open, but she hadn't yet been able to make her feet move further. "Facing my fears," she said in a wobbly voice. "Courting death?" "Are you going to kill me?" "The lightning might." "Are you… — Anne Stuart Copy Share
She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“Stop it," she said. "Stop what?" Her eyes flew open, filled with rage and betrayal. "Stop pretending. You made your point this morning—you don't… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“And there was nothing left between them but love, neither pure nor simple, but love it was.” — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“I thought you were the docile one," he murmured. "Yes, my lord," she said meekly. "Compared to my sister, my lord." "And you're the smart one as well? Even though you were going to put horse dung on an infect wound?" "Yes, my lord." She straightened her shoulders. "And the plain one." His eyes were like a sly weapon, all… — Anne Stuart Copy Share
“And what if I think you're doing this out of misguided sense of decency?" "Oh, any sense of decency I possess is most definitely… — Anne Stuart Copy Share Image
“One of the footmen appeared, with Willis, his servant from a lifetime ago, on the other side of what was undoubtedly female and undoubtedly not one of the prostitutes imported from the city. This was going to be entertaining. He leaned back in his chair and gestured them closer, waiting as they approached, waiting as Reading stood in the background… — Anne Stuart Copy Share
