Let her cover the mark as she will,‘” he quoted sardonically, “’the pang of it will always be in her heart.
There is no happiness for any individual, man or woman, who does not dwell within the broad zone of average.” Pandora.
Marcus’s fear that his wife might succumb to childbed fever receded day by day as Lillian returned to her old self, healthy and slender and vigorous. His relief was vast. He had never known such overwhelming love for one person, nor had he anticipated that Lillian would so quickly become his essential requirement for happiness. Anything that was in his power to do for Lillian would be done.
Before they crossed the bridge, they went down to have a look at the chalk stream, which was fringed with reeds, watercress, and yellow flag irises. The water flowing gently over the pebbled bed was gin clear, having been filtered through the Hampshire chalk hills.
Lillian offered him a placating smile. “I never thought you would actually betray me that way. I was just afraid that you found her tempting. And I – ” “The only thing I find tempting is the idea of taking you to the tack room and applying a saddle strap to your bottom. Repeatedly. With vigor.
But wishes don’t have expiration dates.
If there’s one thing every man loves to do, it’s telling a woman how to do something.” They.
You really should discard your inhibitions,′ he said. ‘They could get in the way of yielding to temptation.
Tighten the reins? I’ll do my damnedest to make her as assertive as possible. Lysette should be terrified of me, yet she somehow has the courage to face me as an equal. I don’t deserve such a gift. God knows I won’t be fool enough to throw that away. I would slit my throat before asking that she pander to the rules of our quaint little society.
If you marry me, you’ll never be a lady of position.” “There is no better position for me than being your wife.” One of his big hands clasped over her skull, pressing her head against his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted more for you than this.” “Liar,” she whispered. “You always wanted me for yourself.” Laughter stirred in his chest. “Yes,” he admitted.
Having your own church doesn’t make you a good guy. It only makes you tax-exempt.
They still had the power to hurt their children from the grave.
He loved the colors of her, pink and mauve and ivory, all washed in light. The glistening tumble of her hair held the colors of autumn: chestnut, maple, russet, umber.
Sometimes you think you love someone,” I said, “but it’s really just that they’ve become a habit.
He’d always preferred newness, associating old things with decay and dowdiness.
West took a step back, dropped the combs to the floor, and reached out to grasp a handful of shining red hair. He brought a few of the ruddy locks to his face, stroking them over his cheeks and mouth, and kissed them. His face was grave, almost severe, as he stared at her with absolute concentration. “How can you be so beautiful?
A whirlwind of panic swept through her as Derek stripped off his white shirt. She switched her gaze to the floor, but not before she had seen how large and formidable his body was, his torso heavily muscled, his chest covered with thick black hair. Silvery scars marked his skin, legacies of his life in the rookery. He was a man of vast experience. All that was new and frightening to her was commonplace to him.
Aline found herself walking quickly, almost running, to her favorite place by the river, where a wildflower meadow sloped down to tall grasses alive with meadow-brown and marbled-white butterflies.
Yes, I think it’s helping. Ugh. You had better pray for a boy, Westcliff, because this is your only chance at an heir. I’m never going through this again – ” “Open your mouth,” he said, and fed her more flavored ice.
She was the guest everyone invited when they needed to blend a group of disparate personalities, just as a roux would bind soup or sauce into velvety smoothness.