The way glass can be molded or blown or cut into any kind of shape made me think about how we as… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Poor people have few choices in life, and most of the time you don't think too much about it. You get the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Tell me about our legal issues. And use small words. I don't like to think at this hour of the morning. It… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love,” the boy explained. He paused thoughtfully. “But… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I think you'll have to marry me, Miss Fielding." "To save your reputation?" Derek grinned, bending to kiss the flash of pale… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Did you fall in love with her?" "I care about her. A lot." "You're not supposed to marry someone if you don't… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
To be honest," I halfwhispered, "I don't feel as safe with him as I do with you." "I know." A ghost of… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I was going to have to leave you anyway. Because I loved you too much to drag you down with me." My… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Cam held her closer. "Marry me, Amelia. You're what I want. You're my fate." One hand slid to the back of her… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs? — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
You seem to think you have a choice," Cam said. "But you have it backwards. Love chooses you. The shadow moves as… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I didn't think there was any way to convince Jack that he wanted more than I had to give, that to people… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I knew I would replay the scene countless times in the years before me, each time thinking of different things I should… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
You think I'd cheat on you?" I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. "With another guy, no. With a… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while… — 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
The firefly is an unassuming insect in the daytime. If you didn't know what it was, you'd think it was nothing special.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine… — 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
