“Perhaps..." Resuming his rake's persona, investing every movement with languid grace, he shifted forward, closer. Held her gaze. "You could teach me what it is you need." He let his gaze drift from her eyes to her lips. "I've always… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“I assume 'elegant gentlemen,' such as you, learn such useful skills very early in life." "Actually, no." Straight-faced, Vane reached for her pins. "Us rakes-of-the-first-order..." Dropping pins left and right, he set her hair cascading down. With a satisfied smile, he caught her about the waist and drew her hard against him. "We," he said, looking into her eyes, "spend… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share
“Assault!" he croaked. "The battery might yet follow." The warning- entirely unnecessary from Patience's perspective- came from Vane. One look at his face, as… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“then her ladyship, overwhelming in bronze bombazine, regally glided away. Cedric smiled” — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“So how are the wedding plans progressing?" Richard asked, once they were out of the village. "They aren't." Breckenridge heard his clipped tones, heard… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“So," he murmured, his tone deep, "nothing of any moment happened here." Her gaze transfixed by the long strip of linen, Patience tried to… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“Why did you stay?" He stilled; again, Patience felt the net draw tight, felt paralysis set in as his predator's senses focused on her.… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“She’d been expecting him to do so and had planned her revenge. She tipped forward as he lifted her; the shift in her weight had him taking a half step back, then he instinctively locked his legs and steadied…but by then she’d placed herself in the same space, so close that he had to ease her down his body, more… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share
“Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him,… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“I've been meaning to ask," Breckenridge said, "jus how you came to topple backward off that rail." He looked at her. "What with one… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“You also," he said, lowering his voice, "haven't yet thanked me for saving you from sitting in the flower bed." She didn't even look up. "It was entirely your fault that I nearly did. If you hadn't sneaked up on me, I wouldn't have been in any danger of landing in the weeds." She glanced briefly at him, a touch… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share
“That woman who was her true self saw Lord Sebastian Cynster, Marquess of Earith, as, quite simply, hers.” — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“Do you ride?" The question was out of his mouth before he'd thought. She glanced at him, surprised by the comment coming out of nowhere, but then she nodded and looked ahead. "I love to ride. I don't get as much opportunity as I'd like what with being in London so much, but whenever I can manage it, I'll get… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share
