Life is far kinder to shallow people.
I’m almost always in a predicament.
We all have regrets,′ Leo said, taking a sip of brandy, letting the velvet fire slide down his throat. ‘It’s why I cling to my bad habits. One doesn’t have to start regretting something unless one stops doing it.
She’s mine, he had said... and her heart had throbbed in answer... recognizing it as truth.
You don’t have to apologize for disliking me, only for being discourteous.
I’m from North Wales, where we express ourselves by throwing rocks at trees.
How careful she always was with books: they had been her companions, her entertainment, and her only window to the outside world.
As Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent, stared at the young woman who had just barged her way into his London residence, it occurred to him that he might have tried to abduct the wrong heiress last week at Stony Cross Park.
Stopping before them, St. Vincent confided, “I would have found you sooner, but I was attacked by a swarm of dingy-dippers.
Westcliff looks for any excuse to demonstrate his superiority, doesn’t he?” “Was that what he was doing? It looked rather like he was trying to find an excuse to put his arms around you.
Knowing of your penchant for trouble, Miss Bowman, I have concluded that it is safer to keep you in my sight, and within arm’s reach if possible.
Dutiful little wife,” he whispered. “I’m going to be a terrible influence on you. Why don’t you give me a kiss, and go upstairs for your bath? By the time you finish, I’ll be there with you.
My lord,” came Daisy’s anxious voice, delaying him briefly. “You will find her, won’t you?” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “And then I’m going to strangle her.
There was magic in the world, and it was woven throughout each ordinary day, the same force that pulled the tides and drove the rhythm of a human heart. Inspired.
There’s nothing more tedious than people who like to talk about themselves.
I’m waging war, love. And the only way to win this kind of war is to make you want to lose.
Say as little as possible,” Lady Berwick told the girls severely. “Remember that silence is golden.” Glancing at Pandora, she added, in your case, it’s platinum.
He said only two words. But they explained everything he was doing, and everything he intended to do. “You’re mine.
You can say whatever you like to me. I’m your oyster.
Being just a little cynical will make you a much safer optimist.