What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do. — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
She couldn't "heal" him. No woman could. Events that far in the past just couldn't be undone. But perhaps he didn't need a cure, but . . . a lens. Someone who accepted him for the imperfect person he was,… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“This explains so much," she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. "You're compensating for this withered appendage." Withered appendage? What the devil was… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“You think a few features scattered on your face make you plain? I am ugly to the core. All England knows it. And after… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“I’d be more than happy to let you survey my physical perfection in its entirety. But only if I get to see you, too.”… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Words for everyday showers of prettiness, and the kind of misty loveliness that disappears whenever you try to grasp it. Beauty that’s heralded by… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“ The captain? Sophia stood staring numbly after him. Had he just said he’d introduce her to the captain? Of someone else was the… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Madeline stood before him in a gown of rich, emerald-green silk. The low-cut bodice did miraculous things for her bosom, and the vibrant color… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And she was well-enough acquainted with loneliness to understand that the worst part wasn't having nobody caring for you - it was having nobody… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“He stood in the doorway to a side chamber, bared to the waist and dripping. He propped one shoulder against the doorway and clutched… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And you claim to be feeling this way. Floatish. Singsong-ish. About me.” She sighed. “Yes.” “That’s absurd.” “I know, but I can’t seem to… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“No, of course she didn't say it. But there is no other reason she should have called, except to pave the way for her… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And there it was. The prim face of censure he’d been seeking. A strange sense of satisfaction descended on him. Divine justice, perhaps. Other… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Another sketch-this one of Gabriel-hung on the all above the water cask. It swiveled gently on a single tack; or rather, the paper hung… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
