Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can’t seem to make yourself want him. But… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
No matter how strong our resolve, we eventually find ourselves enslaved by the compulsive preference for one particular woman. You’ve been caught,… — 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
It’s all right,” the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. “My grandmother always told me ‘Never try to turn back on… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I lacked some essential skill for attracting people, for giving and receiving love easily. It meant too much to me. I seemed… — 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
Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can't seem to make yourself want him. But… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
She had discovered that the best remedy for heartache was trying to make herself useful to others. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I love you enough for the both of us. And there must be something about me worth loving. If you would just… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Dating is like trying to make a meal out of leftovers. Some leftovers actually get better when they've had a little time… — 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
You can keep a bunch of crabs in a shallow container, and none of them will escape. Because as soon as one… — 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
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
Want to try it?" Dad offered, patting the arm of the chair. "Fifteen different kinds of massage. It analyzes your back muscles… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I'm scared of making the biggest mistake of my life. I'm just trying to figure out what the mistake is. — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Roy received my comments with a forced smile. "Hardy, didn't I warn you not to date a woman who reads?" Hardy seemed… — 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
