Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.[..] It makes you...

I am happy to pay you,” she announced. “For your services.”A harsh, strangled sound cut through the room. It came from him. “Pay me.”She nodded. “Would say, twenty-five pounds do?””No.”Her brows knit together. “Of course,...

You’ll make any promise, swear any oath. For one… perfect… unsoiled taste.

Something to aspire to.

But there, in that remarkable room, surrounded by a laughing, rollicking, unseeing collection of London’s brightest and wickedest, Pippa’s knowledge of anatomy expanded.It seemed there was such a thing as a broken heart.

It’s difficult to turn from the promise of retribution. Even if it’s the barest promise.

But stay away from him, Juliana. When we said we wanted to make you a good match, Leighton was not who we imagined.”Even her brother thought Simon too good for her.”Because he is a duke?””What?...

Do you think me horselike, my lord?”Realizing the threat to his personage, Blackmoor wiped the smile from his face and replied, “Not at all. I said I think you charming.””A fine start.””And I appreciate your...

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

Want is nothing compared with the level of desire I have. With the desperation I feel. With the way I long for you.

Let me be clear. Last I was aware you were neither my husband nor my father nor my King. Therefore, any control you may imagine you hold over me is just that- imaginary

You realize that is you allow me to court you, all your opposition to marriage is going to have to be reconsidered.”She smiled, feigning innocence.”What opposition to marriage?””Excellent.””But I’m thinking we should have a long...

She told herself that she was happy to meet her executioner.

I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don’t want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want...

{Calpurnia)”My mother…she’s desperate for a daughter she can dress like a porcelain doll. Sadly, I shall never be such a child. How I long for my sister to come out and distract the countess from...

We were discussing the fine puppetry of fate.

I think there’s a ton of fear in the perception of romance in part because there’s something very realistic in great romance — namely, that women have the right to demand relationships that are based...

It should all feel splendid. You tell me if it doesn’t, and I shall rectify the situation.

Hope was a fool’s emotion.

He never told her his name.

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful about it.It was awful.

Sometimes love is not enough.

I have a theory that women actually siphon off our cleverness during the courting phase, and keep it for themselves. Which is why they always seem to see the endgame before we do.

I notice more than you could imagine.

Aren’t we all victims of fate?

She had wanted more than she could have.She had wanted him, and more… she had wanted him to want her.In the name of something bigger than tradition, bolder than reputation, more important than a silly...

Yes, well, that doesn’t usually happen to women in London. But it’s not so much of a scandal as it is a challenge.

why couldn’t someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all,...

We are a motley bunch. But we more than make up for it with tenacity.” ~ Ralston to Simon

I want you.

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently