Good thing he’s not your boyfriend, though, Tina. He’s so skinny, I think a condom would pop right off.
He wanted her to lift her head at this moment. He wanted her to look him in the eyes and realize that he loved her. He wanted her to love him back.
Ash’s smile grew darker, and he looked at the woman. “I knew the instant Margaret spoke that she intended to use me as a weapon. What you fail to understand is this: I am her weapon to use.” Margaret’s lungs burned. So much for not occasioning gossip. But she couldn’t fault him. She couldn’t reprimand him. She couldn’t even stop her own smile from spilling out, stupidly, over her face, the truth writ large for anyone to see.
The great benefit I see to marrying you is that I would be married to you. I.
A lady always avoids the truth, when it happens to be gauche.
Maybe he was cold, but sometimes ice burned.
Don’t feel sorry for me. Most people can’t change their past. I change mine every day.
Happiness is not just an act of optimism – it is an act of defiance.
Wallflowers may not be the prettiest of blooms, but at least they don’t get trampled. So.
The way he looked at her made her heart thump, her breath catch. For a second, those dark eyes seemed to have no end to them, as if she were looking into a hall of mirrors and seeing reflection upon reflection echoing into infinity.
For everyone who has carried water in thimbles and teaspoons throughout the centuries. And for all those who continue to do so. For as many centuries as it takes.
Only lawlessness and chaos can be born out of lawlessness and chaos.
You’re a force of nature, Your Grace,” she said. “But so am I. So am I.
His voice was low. “Damn their bonnets. Damn their rules.” “What do you want?” Her hands were shaking. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Miss Lowell, you magnificent creature, I want you to paint your own canvas. I want you to unveil yourself.
Don’t feel embarrassed,” she said. “It’s acceptable to lose the flow of conversation. Not everyone is clever enough to think of something to say immediately.” Bradenton’s lips thinned. “And you’re a marquess,” she added. “Maybe there are deficiencies in your understanding, but nobody will ever notice them so long as you make absolutely certain to introduce yourself as a marquess first.
But to call it looking was like calling an eighteen-course feast a snack.
It reminded him of the cacophony of an orchestra as it tuned its instruments: dissonance, suddenly resolving into harmony. It was the rumble, not of thunder, but its low, rolling precursor, trembling on the horizon.
You see so many surprising things and you think they’re obvious.
Hers. Hers. She belonged to herself again, body and soul, pleasure and heartbreak. She was every inch hers again, her body reclaimed from those long years of bitter ownership. She was hers.
Because even though you’ve been invisible to the entire world,” he said, “I have always seen you.