Lisa Kleypas

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

Some folks are happier not being saved.

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

You must learn to ignore what people say,_ Sebastian murmured, coming to her. Standing behind her, he rested his fingers lightly on her shoulders, causing her to start a little. __ou__l be much happier that way._ Suddenly his voice was tipped with amusement. ____e learned that while gossip about others is often true, it__ never true when it is about oneself.

A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.

Kev wasn't certain if he was surrendering to Win or to his own passion for her. Only that there was no more holding back. He would take her. And he would give her everything he had, every part of his soul, even the broken pieces.

Feeling the slight tremor of his fingers against her skin, Daisy was emboldened to remark, ____e never been attracted to tall men before. But you make me feel__ __f you don__ keep quiet,_ he interrupted curtly, ____ going to strangle you._ Daisy felt silent, listening to the rhythm of his breath as it turned deeper, less controlled. By contrast his fingers became more certain in their task, working along the row of pearls until her dress gaped open and the sleeves slipped from her shoulders. __here is it?_ he asked. __he key?__is tone was deadly. __es, Daisy. The key._ __t fell inside my corset. Which means_ I__l have to take that off too._ There was no reaction to the statement, no sound or movement. Daisy twisted to glance at Matthew. He seemed dazed. His eyes looked unnaturally blue against the flush on his face. She realized he was occupied with a savage inner battle to keep from touching her. Feeling hot and prickly with embarrassment, Daisy pulled her arms completely out of her sleeves. She worked the dress over her hips, wriggling out of the filmy white layers, letting them slide to the floor in a heap. Matthew stared at the discarded dress as if it were some kind of exotic fauna he had never seen before. Slowly his eyes returned to Daisy, and an incoherent protest came from his throat as she began to unhook her corset. She felt shy and wicked, undressing in front of him. But she was encouraged by the way he seemed unable to tear his gaze from each newly revealed inch of pale skin. When the last metal hook came apart, she tossed the web of lace and stays to the floor. All that remained over her breasts was a crumpled chemise. The key had dropped into her lap. Closing her fingers around the metal object, she risked a cautious glance at Matthew. His eyes were closed, his forehead scored with furrows of pained concentration. __his isn__ going to happen,_ he said, more to himself than to her. Daisy leaned forward to tuck the key into his coat pocket. Gripping the hem of her chemise, she stripped it over her head. A tingling shock chased over her naked upper body. She was so nervous that her teeth had begun to chatter. __ just took my chemise off,_ she said. __on__ you want to look?_ __o._ But his eyes had opened, and his gaze found her small, pink-tipped breasts, and the breath hissed through his clenched teeth. He sat without moving, staring at her as she untied his cravat and unbuttoned the layers of his waistcoat and shirt. She blushed everywhere but continued doggedly, rising to her knees to tug the coat from his shoulders. He moved like a dreamer, slowly pulling his arms from the coat sleeves and waistcoat. Daisy pushed his shirt open with awkward determination, her gaze drinking in the sight of his chest and torso. His skin gleamed like heavy satin, stretched taut over broad expanses of muscle. She touched the powerful vault of his ribs, trailing her fingertips to the rippled tautness of his midriff. Suddenly Matthew caught her hand, seemingly undecided whether to push it away or press it closer. Her fingers curled over his. She stared into his dilated blue eyes. __atthew,_ she whispered. ____ here. I__ yours. I want to do everything you__e ever imagined doing with me._ He stopped breathing. His will foundered and collapsed, and suddenly nothing mattered except the demands of a desire that had been denied too long. With a rough groan of surrender, he lifted her onto his lap.

Thankyou,"Catherine said, the smile still hovering on her lips. "That is kind of you my lord. But i will never dance with you." Which, ofcourse, made it the goal of leo's life.

I'm agnostic," I told him. "I'd be an atheist, except I believe in hedging my bets.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

One isn't improved by being at the top of the mountain, one is improved by the climb."- Poppy (quoting Win)

They reached the summit of a shallow incline and were greeted with a surprising vista of bluebells that blanketed the forest floor. It was like stumbling into a dream, the cerulean haze seeping between the trunks of oak and beech and ash. The smell of bluebells was everywhere, the perfumed air feeling heavy and rich in her lungs.Pausing by a slender tree trunk, Annabelle curled her arm around it loosely and stared at the stands of bluebells with surprised pleasure. "Lovely," she murmured, her face gleaming in the shadow cast by the canopy of ancient, interlaced branches."Yes." But Hunt was looking at her, not the bluebells, and one glance at his expression caused the blood to tingle in her veins.

My mistakes are usually so enjoyable that I tend torepeat them.

Marriag

What happened?_ she asked, dropping to the damp ground beside Win. __as Merripen been burned?_ __es, on his back._ Win ripped a makeshift bandage from the hem of her own gown. __eatrix, would you take this, please, and soak it in water?_ Without a word, Beatrix scampered to the trough at the handpump. Win stroked Merripen__ thick black hair as he rested his head on his forearms. His breath hissed unevenly through his teeth. __oes it hurt, or is it numb?_ Amelia asked. __urts like the devil,_ he choked out. __hat__ a good sign. A burn is much more serious if it__ numb._ He turned his head to give her a speaking glance.

Mr. Rohan,_ she heard Beatrix ask, __re you going to marry my sister?_ Amelia choked on her tea and set the cup down. She sputtered and coughed into her napkin. __ush, Beatrix,_ Win murmured. __ut she__ wearing his ring