Sarah MacLean

But there, in that remarkable room, surrounded by a laughing, rollicking, unseeing collection of London's brightest and wickedest, Pippa's knowledge of anatomy expanded.It seemed there was such a thing as a broken heart.

I believe she is Selene, goddess of the moon.""She looks so content.""You sound surprised.""Well," Callie said tentatively, "Selene is not the happiest of stories. After all, she is doomed to love a mortal in eternal sleep."St. John turned at her words, obviously impressed. "Her own fault. She should have known better than to ask favors of Zeus. That particular course of action never ends well.""A truth of which Selene was likely acutely aware upon receiving her favor. I assume that this statue depicts a happy Selene before Zeus meddled.""You forget," St. John said, a teasing gleam in his eye, "she and Endymion did have twenty children despite his somnolence, so she couldn't have been so very unhappy with her situation.""With due respect, my lord," Callie said, "bearing and raising twenty children alone does not sound like the happiest of circumstances. I hardly think she would appear so very rested were this a statue depicting her maternal bliss.

Why books?__er brows rose. __ beg your pardon?___hy are they your vice?__he set her plate down and wiped her hand on her skirts before reaching for the top volume on a stack of small, leather bound books nearby and extending it to him. __o on.__e took it. __ow what?___mell it._ He tilted his head. She couldn__ help but smile. __o it.__e lifted it to his nose. Inhaled.__ot like that,_ she said. __eally give it a smell.__e raised one brow but did as he was told. __hat do you smell?_ Sophie asked.__eather and ink?__he shook her head. __appiness. That__ what books smells like. Happiness. That__ why I always wanted to have a book shop. What better life than to trade in happiness?

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

I love your laugh. I want to hear it every day. I want to be through all this darkness and devastation. I want happiness now. I want our due. I want what we__e deserved from the beginning._ He paused and stared deep into her eyes, willing her to understand how much he loved her. __ want you.

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

You think I would take a wild lily and trim it to appear an English rose? You shall meet the ton as a bright Italian star."Callie couldn't help but chuckle. "Capital. Shall we choose some fabrics?"The words sent the cluster of women around them into a flurry, rolling out yards of muslins and satins, jaconet and crepe, velvet and gros de Naples in every imaginable color and pattern."Which do you like?" Callie asked.Juliana turned her attention to the pile of fabrics, a bemused smile on her face. Mariana approached and locked their arms together. Leaning close, she said, "I adore that mulberry crepe. It would go beautifully with your hair." Turning to Callie she said, "And you, sister?"Callie cocked her head in the direction of a willow green satin, and said, "If you don't leave here with an evening dress in satin, I shall be very disappointed."Juliana laughed. "Well, then I shall have to have it! And I do like that rose muslin."Madame Hebert lifted the bolt and passed it to a seamstress. "Excellent choice, signorina. May I suggest the gold satin as well? For evening, of course.

What does _loa mean?__e narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. __t__ the name of an angel.__enelope tilted her head, thinking. ____e never heard of him.___ou wouldn__ have.___as he a fallen angel?___he was, yes._ He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. __ucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.___ricked her how?__e met her gaze. __he fell in love with him.__enelope__ eyes widened. __id he love h

Well, to be fair, he__ in a situation where intelligence does rather go out the window,_ Cross said. __ have a theory that women actually siphon off our cleverness during the courting phase, and keep it for themselves. Which is why they always seem to see the endgame before we do.

My whole life, you have made decisions for me.""Your whole life," Georgiana pointed out, "totals nine years.

What did you do to her?_ There were a thousand things he__

Aren't we all victims of fate?

Sometimes love is not enough.

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love__ts pleasures, its sublimity__hose who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful abo

She had wanted more than she could have.She had wanted him, and more... she had wanted him to want her.In the name of something bigger than tradition, bolder than reputation, more important than a silly title.

Ralston looked down his long, elegant nose at the vile creature at his feet, and said, __ou just impugned the honor of my future marchioness. Choose your seconds. I will see you at dawn.__eaving Oxford sputtering on the ground, Ralston spun on one elegant heel to face Benedick. __hen I am done with him, I am coming for your sister. And, if you intend to keep me from her, you had better have an army at your side.

You realize that is you allow me to court you, all your opposition to marriage is going to have to be reconsidered."She smiled, feigning innocence."What opposition to marriage?""Excellent.""But I'm thinking we should have a long courtship.""Why?" He looked surprised."Because i find I've developed a taste for adventure.""That sounds dangerous. Not at all in character for a delicate flower."She laughed." We know I've never been good at being a delicate flower. Besides, it shan't be too dangerous.""How can you be so sure?"She smiled brilliantly at him, taking his breath away."Because, on my next adventure, I'll have you by my side.