Amanda hated it that Jack smelled so much better than any other man she knew. If only she could bottle the essence and pour it on some other man.
Pandora had no idea how fortunate she was that he didn’t insist on sending her out with a bodyguard of assorted marksmen, cavalry, Scottish archers, and a few Japanese samurai thrown in for hood measure.
Oh, this is horriculous.
I don’t want you to change your life for me. You’ll have to make the same decision every day, over and over – it must be for yourself alone. Otherwise you will come to resent me.
The sin was not love, but the lack of it. The thing to fear was not scandal, but the betrayal of one’s own morality.
Whatever her purposes, I won’t have my grandsons raised by an invertebrate.” “Sebastian,” she chided softly, although her lips quivered with amusement. “I mean for her to partner with Weston Ravenel. A healthy young buck with sharp wits and a full supply of manly vigor. He’ll do her much good.” “Let’s allow Phoebe to decide if she wants him,” Evie suggested. “She had better decide soon, or Westcliff will snap him up for one of his daughters.
Love is a form of madness, isn’t it?
Following Westcliff, Lord St. Vincent paused just long enough to murmur to Amelia, “Although most advice should be distrusted, particularly when it comes to myself... keep an open mind, Miss Hathaway. One should never look a rich husband in the mouth.” He winked at her and left, striding to the back terrace along with Westcliff.
When you grow up without something, the lack of it is always with you. Even when you finally have it.” Helen.
Breakfast,” he muttered. “And I wouldnt care to make you choose between lovingmaking or a hot meal, as the answer would likely be unflattering. Put on your gown, while I got to the door.
I love you. I don’t give a damn if your father is the devil himself. I’d let you stab a knife in my heart if it pleased you, and I’d lie there loving you until my last breath.”-Rhys Winterborne’s to Helen Ravenel.
Obviously, you want me to kiss you. And I’ll be happy to oblige, when the time is right. But not yet.” “Mr. Hunt, you are the most – ” “Yes, I know,” he said with a grin. “You may as well spare yourself the effort of hurling adjectives at me, as I’ve heard them all before.
I do appreciate, Ernestine, that your first instinct is not to prevent me from doing something scandalous, but to help me get away with it.
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:.
Revenge,′ he said softly, ’is the act of a despicable and petty character. Which is no doubt why I’ve always enjoyed it so much.
I want to make you scream and claw and faint in my arms,” he whispered, his masculine bristle scraping against her skin.
I die,” he continued, “you’re next in line.” “Do you actually believe I’ll outlive you?” West asked. “With all my vices?” “I have just as many.” “Yes, but I’m far more enthusiastic about mine.
You’re all mine.” His voice was deep and shaken. “Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.
Take your bath, pet,” he finally managed to say. “You’re safe from me tonight. I may look, but I won’t touch. Go on.
A gorgeous woman was never expected to be smart, and if she was, most people found it off-putting. There was only so much good fortune a normal person could forgive in another.