“Surprise, she said. Surprise indeed. Sweetness. That was the first surprise. He'd heard so many tart words from these lips... but her… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Why would you do that with me? A simple kiss was enough. What could you be thinking?" "What indeed." He pushed a… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“The careful, embroidered stitches delineated a coil of some sort. It looked rather like a halved snail shell, but the interior was… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“He clutched her bottom, bringing her pelvis flush with his . His hardness ground against her, sending pleasure rushing through her veins.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“He flipped through the book as he ambled toward her. "Good God. There are whole pages of description. The roguish wave of… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“As he watched her, Colin was visited by the strangest feeling, unfurling warm and buttery inside him. It was a sense of… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“They'd entered a clearing. A wide, green meadow in the middle of the forest. The entire space was carpeted with bluebells. Thousands… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“She spoke in a calm, soothing voice. Likely the same tone she employed to soothe her sister through a breathing crisis. Colin's… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“You have a mouth made for kissing," he murmured, angling her to face him. "Did you know that?" She shook her head.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Drat. I'm not sure anyone even noticed the kiss." "I noticed it." He rubbed his mouth with the side of his hand.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Kissing's nothing like dancing. Think of it as you would..." He flicked a glance to the fossil-studded cave wall. "An excavation." "An… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“I will push you, pull you, rattle you as I see fit. Because you've a sparkling wit lurking beneath that dull exterior.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“His tongue rubbed over hers. She cautiously stroked back with her own, earning a little growl of approval. A thrill chased over… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“As they strode through the meadow, she had the eerie sensation of walking atop waves. Except this was a sea of petals,… — 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
