What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do. — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
No, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
You’re like a gift,” he said, his voice rough. “All wrapped up for someone else. A man can’t look at you, but… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
She’d always wondered what it would feel like to stand on one end of a ballroom and watch a handsome, powerful man… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
You are a sweet man." -"God, there it is." He flopped back on the bed, as if shot through the heart. "Repeat… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
She would allow him to comfort her. And perhaps, someday, she would listen patiently if a dark, dreary night found him well… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Men never hesitated to declare their presence. They were permitted to live aloud, in reverberating thuds and clunks, while ladies were always… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
No, Susanna, " he said. "I cannot love you just a little. If that's what you want, you must find a different… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
For the love of ammonites, man! That's just stupid. Why on earth would the Society need to protect unmarried women from bone-dry… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
Don’t you do that.” She turned away from the mirror, toward him. “Don’t you dare make a joke. It took a great… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“The further he raided, the closer he came to the other rooms. Those unused, cobwebbed chambers of her heart. Would he dare… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Proper handling of a horse like this is no simple matter. He was trained to race, from birth. Not only to race,… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
There's a very generous donation in the parish's future if you make this fast. Ten minutes, at the most." Frowning, the man… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection. — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
Do you know," he said, "there are men who would like very much to see me dead. Powerful men. Obscenely wealthy me.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
I'm infatuated with you, I cannot deny it. Physically speaking, you're a very attractive man. But I don't like you, the vast… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
You’re a terrible cook. That I’ll grant you. You can’t hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
He quietly groaned. Again and again, he’d witnessed this phenomenon with his friends. They got married. They were happy in that sated,… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“This explains so much," she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. "You're compensating for this withered appendage." Withered appendage? What the devil was… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“You think a few features scattered on your face make you plain? I am ugly to the core. All England knows it. And after… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“I’d be more than happy to let you survey my physical perfection in its entirety. But only if I get to see you, too.”… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Words for everyday showers of prettiness, and the kind of misty loveliness that disappears whenever you try to grasp it. Beauty that’s heralded by… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“ The captain? Sophia stood staring numbly after him. Had he just said he’d introduce her to the captain? Of someone else was the… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Madeline stood before him in a gown of rich, emerald-green silk. The low-cut bodice did miraculous things for her bosom, and the vibrant color… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And she was well-enough acquainted with loneliness to understand that the worst part wasn't having nobody caring for you - it was having nobody… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“He stood in the doorway to a side chamber, bared to the waist and dripping. He propped one shoulder against the doorway and clutched… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And you claim to be feeling this way. Floatish. Singsong-ish. About me.” She sighed. “Yes.” “That’s absurd.” “I know, but I can’t seem to… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“No, of course she didn't say it. But there is no other reason she should have called, except to pave the way for her… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And there it was. The prim face of censure he’d been seeking. A strange sense of satisfaction descended on him. Divine justice, perhaps. Other… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Another sketch-this one of Gabriel-hung on the all above the water cask. It swiveled gently on a single tack; or rather, the paper hung… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
