“The word “mistress” sounds like a cross between mistake and mattress. “We’ve” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Why offer to marry me when you might have me as your mistress?” He nuzzled her throat gently. “Because I realized during… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“All husbands are unfaithful in one way or another.” Lillian and Daisy glanced at each other with raised brows. “Father isn’t,” Lillian… — 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
