“What a blush," he murmured. "Good Lord, I've forgotten what it's like to be so innocent. I doubt I ever was." St.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Westcliff thinks that St. Vincent is in love with you.” Evie choked a little and didn’t dare look up from her tea.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“His golden-amber hair seemed to absorb the sunlight. His coloring was unquestionably Anglo-Saxon, but the dramatic lines of his cheekbones, angled at… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“It is only animals served in their natural state that I seem to have difficulty with." "Of course you do, darling. We're… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Is she pleasing to the eye?" Gabriel went to an inset sideboard to pour himself a brandy. "She's bloody ravishing," he muttered.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You said I could kiss you," came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. "But, my love... you didn't specify where.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Who should I send for now?” Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“An uneasy truce had come to exist between Lillian and St. Vincent after a great deal of past conflict. Although she would… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“As the third evening approached, Gabriel looked up blearily as two people entered the room. His parents. The sight of them infused… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Damn it. I don't know how to be a husband, or father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
