“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
“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
