Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past? she asked softly. That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.
Good God. I don’t believe St. Vincent and the word ‘celibacy’ have ever been mentioned in the same sentence before.
Evie, Lillian interupted impatiently, men expect to be deceived in these matters. They're happiest that way. If one were straightforward with them the whole prospect of marriage would be too alarming,...
Evie picked up the smallest of the rings and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly. Raising it closer to her face, she examined the design. It was the simplest of all the ri...
Did it fall out? Leo asked. Is she bald?No, not at all. It's just that her hair is...green.To look at Leo's face, one would think it was Christmas morning. What shade of green?Leo, hush, Win said urge...
Dear Lord, she said in a strangled whisper. I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.
Close your eyes, Marcus said, his hand moving to her bottom in a circling caress. He brushed his mouth over her forehead and her fragile eyelids. Rest. You’ll need to regain your strength… because onc...
Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.
Although Daisy was the mildest-tempered of all the Bowmans, she was by no means a coward. And she would not accept defeat without a fight. You’re forcing me to take desperate measures, she said. His r...
After a universal silence, Leo was the first to speak. Did anyone else notice—Yes, Catherine said. What do you make of it?I haven’t decided yet. Leo frowned and took a sip of port. He’s not someone I...
You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know.The prince, I hope.No, you're the dragon, a beautiful wicked dragon.
Win, Leo said, you'll burn the house down, just after it's been rebuilt. Give me the bloody matchbox.She shook her head resolutely.Are we starting a new springtime ritual? Leo demanded. The annual bur...
Why was love so easy for some people and so hard for others?
What did he mean, 'insatiable lust'?She hastened to explain. Well, 'insatiable' means unable to satisfy-I know that, he said in a biting tone. Why did he say that about you?Sara rolled her eyes and sh...
Well, you missed out on some important protocol, Ella. You can't stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, lar...
Well, I find a strange comfort in the fact that he wouldn't feel this degree of animosity now, had he not loved me so much before.
Then what do you want? she asked softly.He shook his head without answering. But Sara knew. He wanted to be safe. If he were rich and powerful enough, he would never be hurt, lonely, or abandoned. He...
The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed.
The problem with chasing after happiness was that it wasn't a destination you could reach. It was something that happened along the way.
That drew a mocking laugh from Lillian. Really, someone should tell St. Vincent that he’s a living cliché. He has become the embodiment of everything they say about reformed rakes.