You are wet, and you are cold. You don’t like being cold. Therefore, I despise you being cold. I would go about murdering raindrops and setting fire to the clouds, but that would take slightly more than an hour. Perhaps even two. So we’re here, and you will cease complaining about it.
Oh, Lord. Now he was not only an impoverished orphan, but an impoverished, unloved orphan with a passion for books. Her every feminine impulse jumped to attention.
Look at him. The man’s not delusional. He’s in love.
I can’t agree to a convenient arrangement, my lord. Your devotion to duty may be admirable, but ‘lie back and think of England’ simply isn’t for me.” His voice became low and dark. “I cannot promise you everything you might wish, but I promise you this: When I take you to bed, you will not be thinking of England.” “Oh.
You’re mine,” he said hoarsely, lifting his head and staring deep into her eyes, willing her to believe. “If you leave, I will follow. Do you hear me? I will follow and find you and cart you home.
I love you. I wish I had better ways to show it. All I have is this brash, reckless heart. But it’s yours.
A kilt isna a skirt. ‘Tis an entirely different thing.
There was a moment of tenderness between them, and for a moment he experienced the most rare, ridiculous emotion- hope.
He followed her down the corridor. “Don’t walk away from me. I’d like some answers here. Whose invitation did I just accept, and what does that slimy prig want of you? And why do I come in third in your affections behind the slimy prig and a squashed beetle?
Just because they’re family doesn’t mean they won’t hurt you. It means they know how to cut deep.
Wounded male pride has caused the world more destruction than the Black Death and the Great Flood put together.
Admit it, I was right.” “Very well, you were right.” She grinned. “I’ll never let you forget it, either.” Piers wouldn’t have it any other way. She must always remain the optimist to his cynic, the laughter to his silence, the chaos to his order, the warmth to his cool. Their hearts would meet in the middle somehow.
You’re here,”he repeated, taking her hand and drawing it against his chest, right above his pounding heartbeat. “In my heart. Somehow you crashed your way into it when I wasn’t looking. The same way you barged into my library, I suppose. But you’re here now, inside. Emma, you’re the very life of me.
What I’m saying isna romantic. It’s raw, primal, and entirely crude.” He lowered his voice to a growl. “You, Madeline Elise Gracechurch have been driving me slowly mad with lust. For years.
To me, the truth doesn’t ruin anything. Why should understanding the universe diminish our sense of wonder at it?
Because I am not eulogizing another leprosy victim covered in sores that weep marmalade!
She unsettled him; he anchored her. Together, they could be more than they were apart.
Sleep.” His arm flexed, gathering her tight. “I’ll keep you warm and safe. I’ll keep you always.
Quickly, say something unfeeling. Mock my letters. Threaten my beetles. Just do something, anything reprehensible.
The older woman smiled. “Now, that was satisfying. I never knew until this moment how much I wanted to have henchmen.