Lisa Kleypas

Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip.

Beatrix wished she were a swooning sort of female. It seemed the only appropriate response to the situation.Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to summon a swoon, her mind remained intractably conscious.

Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?___ graduated from Cambridge,_ Christopher said acidly. __hould I have brought my diploma?

I suppose when you say you slept with him, it was more than just a nap?"Lillian shot her a withering glance. "Daisy, don__ be a pea wit.

Helen likes Brussels sprouts. How can anyone trust her opinion?

What do ladies wear beneath their riding trousers?""I would think an infamous rake would already know.""I was never infamous. In fact, I'm fairly standard as far as rakes go.""The ones who deny it are the worst.

I__ going to take Charity to France. I can look after her there. You can go on with your life here, and I won__ be here to _ to bother anyone.__e muttered two quiet words.__hat?_ she asked in bewilderment, inching forward to hea

It's a sin.""How do you know?""Because it feels like one," she managed to say.He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case...I never sin by half measures.

You took Theo's title and his home," West continued in appalled disbelief, "and now you want his wife.""His widow," Devon muttered."Have you seduced her?""Not yet."West clapped his hand to his forehead. "Christ. Don't you think she's suffered enough?

Oh, the way he was looking at her, really looking at her . . . this was the Christopher of her dreams. This was the man who had written to her. He was so caring, and real, and dazzling, that she wanted to weep.__ thought . . ._ Christopher broke off and drew his thumb over the hot surface of her cheek.__ know,_ she whispered, her nerves sparking in excitement at his touch.__ didn__ mean to do that.___ know.__is gaze went to her parted lips, lingering until she felt it like a caress. Her heart labored to supply blood to her nerveless limbs. Every breath caused her body to lift up against his, a teasing friction of firm flesh and clean, warm linen.Beatrix was transfixed by the subtle changes in his face, the heightening color, the silver brightness of his eyes.She wondered if he were going to kiss her.And a single word flashed through her mind.Please. . .

Although most advice should be distrusted, particularly when it comes from myself . . . keep an open mind, Miss Hathaway. One should never look a rich husband in the mouth." - St. Vincent

...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with.

Win told me that one isn__ improved by being at the top of the mountain, one is improved by the climb.

They (mothers-in-law) never leave when they say they will. When my mother-in-law visits, the mice throw themselves at the cat, begging to be eaten.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

You think you want me now. But you'll change. Someday you'll find it damned easy to forget about me. I'm a bastard. A servant, and not even an upper servant at that--""You're the other half of me." (Again The Magic)

Coming up behind her, Westcliff settled his hands at her waist, easily dodging her attempts to throw him off. He pulled her hips back firmly against his and spoke against her ear. __re you angry because I started making love to you, or because I didn__ finish?_ Lillian licked her dry lips. ____ angry, you bloody big hypocrite, because you can__ make up your mind about what to do with me._ She punctuated the comment with the hard jab of one elbow back against his ribs._ ~ Marcus and Lillian

I've needed someone like you for a long time. Now that I have you, no one is going to take you from me.Logan to Madeline