I don’t expect ever to find the kind of happiness I had with Henry.” “Why not?” “A love like that can only happen once in a lifetime.” Gabriel pondered that. “I certainly don’t understand everything about love,” he said almost humbly. “But I don’t think it works like that.
Derek.′ There was an odd smile on her face. ‘Your cockney is showing.
Once again Matthew was taken unaware by the extent of the feelings she inspired in him, his own limitless desire to fill her with happiness. “Whatever you need,” he whispered, “Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. Just tell me.
Pandora was an unconventional girl: impulsive, intelligent, and usually filled with more energy than she seemed able to manage. Of all the three Ravenel sisters, she had been the least likely to marry the most eligible bachelor in England. However, it spoke well of Gabriel, Lord St. Vincent, that he was able to appreciate her. In fact, from all accounts, St. Vincent had gone head over heels for her.
Maybe if he read enough novels about the problems of fictional people, he might find some clue about how to solve his own.
My sweet, there are altogether too many respectable ladies in the world. The supply has far exceeded the demand. But there’s an appalling shortage of attractive pirates, and you do seem to have a gift for plundering and ravishing. I think we’ve found your true calling.
He’d never expected to have a marriage like his parents’ – few people on earth ever had. But at the very least Gabriel had hoped to marry an accomplished and respectable woman who would run his household efficiently and raise well-behaved children. Instead, it seemed he was going to marry a forest sprite. With an original mind.
Have you ever courted anyone, Cousin West?” Pandora asked. “Only if I was certain the lady was too intelligent ever to accept me.
Easy, pet.” His voice was laced with soft amusement. “I detect evidence of a temper, which I’ve no doubt you inherited from the old man. I’ve seen his eyes flash just that way when his dander is up over some trifle.
The perfume works,” she insisted. “Not only did you respond to it, but Annabelle tried it on her husband – and she swears that he kept her up all night as a result.” “Sweetheart,” Marcus said wryly, “Hunt has behaved like a boar in rut around Annabelle since the first day they met. It’s typical behavior for him, where she is concerned.
I think that sometimes not giving someone all the information is nearly the same as a lie. You’ve started on a slippery path, dear. Beware your next step.” Lillian.
He winced suddenly, and moved to arrange her on his lap. “Don’t put your knee there, darling, or your plans of consummating the marriage may be thrown very much into doubt.
Oh, God,” Annabelle said feelingly, and turned her face against Hunt’s shoulder, as if closing her eyes would make them all disappear. Her ear tingled as Hunt bent to murmur to her, his voice threaded with amusement. “Checkmate.
What are you going to say if she tells you that she had a row with Winterborne?” Cassandra asked. “I’ll tell her to have more of them,” Kathleen said. “One can’t allow a man to have his way all the time.” She paused reflectively. “Once Lord Berwick told me that when a horse pulls at the reins, one should never pull back. Instead, loosen them. But never more than an inch.
Kev loved her. Not in the way that novelists and poets described. Nothing so tame. He loved her beyond earth, heaven, or hell. Every moment out of her company was agony; every moment with her was the only peace he had ever known. Every touch of her hands left an imprint that ate down to his soul. He would have killed himself before admitting it to anyone. The truth was buried deep in his heart.
If you don’t send me away from Stony Cross by tomorrow morning, I’ll take it as a personal invitation to your bed.
You and I both know this doesn’t have a damned thing to do with honor.
I’m twenty-one,” she said indignantly. “Really?” “Yes, why do you sound skeptical?” “I wouldn’t have expected to find a woman of your age in such a predicament.” “I’m almost always in a predicament.” Pandora jerked as she felt a gentle pressure on her back. “Hold.
Kissing is the best thing lips do other than smiling.” Cassandra.
Cariad, nothing about this is casual to me. But if you want a long, sensitive discussion about my feelings, I can’t help you. I’m from North Wales, where we express ourselves by throwing rocks at trees. I’ve had more feelings in the past half-hour than I have in my entire life, and I’m at my limit.” “That still doesn’t – ” “I love whatever it is you’re made of. All of it.