“ With a curt nod, Vane strode in. And stopped dead.Patience was in the hall, waiting- the sight literally stole his breath. As his gaze, helplessly, slid over her, over the soft green merino pelisse, s… Stephanie Laurens
“ Patience's mental imprecations reached new heights. Mrs. Chadwick had not lied- Vane Cynster was the very epitome of an elegant gentleman. His hair, burnished chestnut several shades darker than her o… Stephanie Laurens
“ He gazed into her eyes. There were little flecks of gold ringing her pupils. Now that she wasn’t running from him or terrified by him, he realized Elspeth Stewart was really quite a beauty. Her lips w… Connie Mason
“ He'd taken off his coat; in form-fitting waistcoat and soft white shirt, he looked, if anything, even larger, more physically powerful, than before. Stephanie Laurens
“ In matters of good-lookingness, we writers are the ugliest of the bunch, and normally our appearance is akin to that of someone investigating a crime scene; though the women in American writing keep p… Pat Conroy
“ No, he was not as handsome as poor Wrotham, whose dark, stormy beauty troubled her dreams a little. Wrotham was a romantic figure, particularly when his black locks were disheveled through his clutchi… Georgette Heyer
“ I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body’s going to a lot of trouble to hide something, something inside of you. It must be very precious. Shaun Hick
“ Generally, writers descend from a lesser tribe, and whatever claim to beauty we have shows up on the printed page far more often than it does in our mirrors. Even as I writer these words I think of do… Pat Conroy
