“You're no longer a wallflower, nor a virgin, nor the helpless child who had to endure life with the Maybricks. You're a… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Sweetheart, what gives you the idea that you're worth a half-year of celibacy?" "I may not be; you're the only one who… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie swallowed hard and tried to stiffen her knees, which seemed inclined to buckle. Cold dread weighted her stomach as she glanced… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person, is there?" "No. But you're not ordinary- or you never would have come… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“As she drowsed in his arms, it occurred to her that he provided the illusion of something she had never had before.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie stiffened and whimpered in surprise at the realization that she was naked... that St. Vincent was making love to her and… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“My love, have you considered the possibility that you might enjoy our consummation sufficiently to want it more than once?" How easily… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Hearing her muffled whimper, he took her mouth in a consuming kiss. Feebly she turned her face away, her lips tingling from… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie fought to contain a rush of eagerness, afraid of appearing foolishly infatuated with him. However, no matter how sternly she tamped… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A woman could become a slave to those experienced hands. He touched her with perfect sensuality, drawing acute pleasure from her sore… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You're beautiful, Evie," came his soft comment. Having been raised by relations who had always lamented the garish color of her hair… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“As high as the fire in me burns, Evie, I will stoke it in you." "Sebastian..."She strained a little, and he pinned… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Sebastian opened his mouth to argue, but as he saw Evie drawing closer something changed in his face. It was a response… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie felt queer and light-headed as she stood facing St. Vincent. The moment he slid the ring onto her finger, her heart… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Regarding her thoughtfully, St. Vincent leaned down to remove her shoes. "You'll be more comfortable without these," he said. "For God's sake,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Her dream lover whispered endearments as he embraced her, his mouth playing over her throat. Everywhere he touched, she felt a glow… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“If my wife finds comfort in trite Gispy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Evie," she murmured, reaching down to pull the covers up to her chest. "That's what my father and my friends call me."… — 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
