Daca-mi dau voie sa te sarut o data, ar urma inca o data, apoi inca una, si curand n-am mai putea sa ne oprim.
What if no one will have us here either?” “Then we’ll become a pair of wicked old spinsters, romping back and forth across Europe.
I wanted a footman with twinkly eyes like Father Christmas, not the eyes of a Viking mercenary. Footmen are supposed to be clean-shaven and pleasant-looking, and have nice names like Peter or George. But mine is scowly and growly, and his name is Drago and he has a black beard.
The pleasure of holding her washed through him in repeated waves. She was petite and fine-boned, the delicious fragrance of roses rising to his nostrils. He’d noticed it when he’d held her earlier... not a cloying perfume, but a light floral essence swept with the sharp freshness of winter air.
I like that much better. I’ll call you Dragon.
I’m shocked,” St. Vincent said gravely, “but I’ll recover.” Looking around them as if to ascertain that he wouldn’t be overheard, he whispered conspiratorially, “I’m not really a gentleman, you know.
Everyone had said from the beginning that the earl of Westcliff and a brash American heiress were the most improbable pairing imaginable. But before long Lillian had discovered that beneath Marcus’s outward reserve, there was a man of passion, tenderness, and humor. And for his part, Marcus had seemed to enjoy her irreverence and high-spirited nature.
The thing you never want your sister to be,” my brother informed me, “is an unidentified woman on the news. Bad things happen to unidentified women.
You’ll have to be careful, then,” he said softly, smiling. “It would be a shame for some intelligent comment to slip out at the wrong moment.
Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.” Leo Hathaway.
Don’t tell anyone I was crying, or I shall be very cross with you.” “No, monisha,” he had soothed, cuddling her closer as she sniffled. “All your secrets are safe with me. You know that.
Hardy would never be the easiest man to have a relationship with. He was complex and strong-willed and rough-edged. But I loved those qualities about him. I was more than willing to take him exactly as he was. And it didn’t hurt that he seemed equally game to take me on my own terms.
Sukey’s approving glance swept over Amanda’s black evening dress, made of shimmering crinkled silk that had been cut very low across the bosom and fitted tightly to her voluptuous shape. Rows of glittering jet beads adorned the bodice and long sleeves, while her gloves and shoes were of soft chamois leather. It was a sophisticated ensemble, one that made the most of Amanda’s looks and generously displayed her bosom.
Stay with me,” Zachary said quietly. “I’ll send for Rose, and you’ll both live here while we arrange for the wedding.” “You know I can’t do that.” He frowned and guided her carefully around a small marble and brass sundial set in the ground. “I don’t want to let you out of my sight.
Leo,” she said with a sniffle. “If you let anything happen to Win, I will kill you.” He stroked her hair gently. “You’ve threatened to kill me for years, and nothing ever comes of it.” “I’ve been w-waiting for the right reason.
There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, “Kiss me again.” “No, I’ll hurt you. I’m leaning on your leg.” “That’s not my leg,” came his roguish reply, making her laugh. “You perverse man.
The gardens were brilliant with summer magic, with plump cushions of forget-me-nots, lemon balm, and vibrant yellow daylilies, surrounding plots of roses shot through with garnet clematis. Long rows of silvery lamb’s-ear stretched between large stone urns filled with rainbow Oriental poppies.
I would have fought, Zachary thought, sternly locking the words inside himself. I would have gone toe to toe with the devil himself to stay with you and Rose. I would go down howling and kicking before I let go of what I had.
Daisy Bowman, Lillian’s young sister, had an out-sized personality that belied her small, slight frame. Idealistic and possessed of a decidedly whimsical bent, she devoured romantic novels populated with rogues and villains. However, Daisy’s elfin facade concealed a shrewd intelligence that most people tended to overlook. She was fair-skinned and dark-haired, with eyes the color of spiced gingerbread... mischievous eyes with long, spiky lashes.
Closing his eyes, he turned his face from hers, only to find himself nuzzling hungrily at her throat. She pushed at him a little, her sharp whisper at his ear. “What is the matter with you?” Marcus shook his head helplessly. “I’m sorry,” he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. “My God. Sorry – ” His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.