There will always be people who say your dreams are impossible. But they can’t stop you, unless you agree with them.
He seemed to read her thoughts easily, as if she were a treasured volume he had paged through a thousand times.
Did Llandrindon kiss you?” She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. “Just once.” Jealousy entered his voice. “Did you like it?” “I wanted to. I tried to.” She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. “But it wasn’t at all like your kisses.
Let us don our armor of control.“-Lady Berwick.
Father, wouldn’t it be wonderful if hummingbirds had tea parties and we were small enough to be invited?
It’s a fine thing to be clever, but too much cleverness usually produces the same result as ignorance.-Lady Berwick.
Something about her brings out the devil in me.
You know, Marks, if you ever learned to hold your tongue, your chances of attracting a man would rise exponentially.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why would I want to attract a man? I have yet to see anything they’re good for.” “If for nothing else,” Leo said, “you need us to help produce more women.
Nonconformity is nothing but self-interest in disguise.
Do you think a commoner should dare to dress like a blue blood?” Rhys asked as Quincy pulled the hem of the robe over his legs. “I believe every man ought to dress as well as he is able.” Rhys’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think it’s right for people to judge a man for what he wears?” “It is not for me to decide whether it is right, sir. The fact is, they do.
All it takes is six cuts,” he said near her ear. She nodded, relaxing against him as he guided her hands with precision. One deep stroke of the blade neatly removed an angled section of wood. They rotated the pencil and made another cut, and then a third, creating a precise triangular prism. “Now trim the sharp edges.” They concentrated on the task with his hands still bracketed over hers, using the blade to chamfer each corner of wood until they had created a clean, satisfying point. Done.
You saved him, Evie, on the night you offered to marry him. Which is evidence, I suppose, that moments of lunacy can occasionally lead to positive results.
Marcus, there are some things that shouldn’t be done in front of children or horses.” “There are no children here. And my horses don’t gossip.
McKenna was her counterpart, her compass, her sanctuary.
Is this how you treat women now, Kev?” Everything stopped. The world halted on its axis. Her skirt hem dropped, and she was seized in a fierce, hurtful grip and spun around. Caught helplessly, she looked up into his dark face. Merripen was expressionless, save for the widening of his eyes. As he stared at her, a flush burned across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Win.” Her name was carried on a shaken breath.
Have you noticed how few men in the peerage are young and nice-looking?” Lillian asked wryly. “Most of them are dull-witted, ancient, or possess the kind of face that should have a hook in its mouth.
There’s nothing convenient about joining your life to another person’s. Marriage is a sack race: you may find a way to hop together toward the finish line, but you would still reach it more easily without the sack.
For the first time in his life, he was beginning to recognize that true passion was not easily satisfied, that there was a difference between the needs of his cock and the organ that resided two feet above it. It was not a welcome discovery.
Too much thinking will excite the sparks of vice.
Dangerous creatures, wallflowers. Approach them with the utmost caution. They sit quietly in corners, appearing abandoned and forlorn, when in truth they’re sirens who lure men to their downfall. You won’t even notice the moment she steals the heart right out of your body – and then it’s hers for good. A wallflower never gives your heart back.