And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
...whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world,… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Love is always a leap into the unknown. You can try to control as many variables, and understand a situation as you… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
You told me you believed marriage was for other people." "You're the only man who could make me believe that it's for… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Todd? Are you still there?" "Yeah. I'm just trying to think of a good reason to continue our friendship." I grinned. "Jealousy… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I’ve lost someone, too. And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Beatrix puts a distance between herself and the rest of the world. She’s very engaging, but also quite private in nature. I… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
The look of experience suited him, especially because somewhere deep in those eyes, there still lurked a dangerous invitation to play. He… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
McKenna will always be a part of me, no matter where he goes. They say that people who've lost a limb sometimes… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Recently Mr. Mawdsley’s donkey escaped from his stall, raced down the road, and somehow found his way into an enclosed pasture. Mr.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I swear on St. Francis, the patron saint of all animals.” Seeing Poppy’s hesitation, Beatrix added enthusiastically, “If a band of pirates… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I still don’t get why I have to eat breakfast if you don’t,” Josie muttered. “Because you have to be a certain… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Catherine went still. Her eyes closed against a sudden wet sting. 'Did you accept her proposal?' Leo nuzzled tenderly into the hollow… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
But Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, you’d still say it wasn’t enough time.”… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
It was a good hald minute before I looked over at Todd. his eyes were slightly foggy, like he was waking up-… — 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
