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 no, you’re not perfect.” His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth.… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“ 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I know what you’re thinking, Gray,” O’Shea’s brogue lilted down through the skylight one warm morning, while Sophia was hard at work. Mr. Grayson… — Tessa Dare Copy Share
“The path was a familiar one. Over the years she’d resided in Spindle Cove, Susanna must have walked it thousands of times. She knew… — Tessa Dare Copy Share
“Miss Finch, it’s not wise for officers to quarter in the same house with an unmarried gentlewoman. Have a care for your reputation, if… — Tessa Dare Copy Share
