Lisa Kleypas
A lang, lang time ago…” MacPhee began, ignoring St.Vincent’s low groan, “there was a bonnie maid called Malvina. She was the betrothed of Oscar, the braw warrior who won her heart. Oscar bade his beloved tae wait for him while he went tae seek his fortune. But one black day Malvina received word that her lover had been killed in battle. He would lie forever in eternal rest in the faraway hills…lost in endless slumber…” “God, I envy him,” St. Vincent said feelingly, rubbing his own dark-circled eyes.Collection: Lying
Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.Collection: Past
It was likely that no one had been surprised, however, as it was clear that Aline and Mckenna belonged together. There was something invisible and yet irrefutable that made them a couple. Perhaps it was the way both of them stole quick glances at each other when one though the other wasn't looking... glances of wonder and hunger.Collection: Couple
What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets." A grin rose to my lips. "At this stage I don't think Luke can see more than ten inches beyond his face." "That explains his lack of interest. I thought maybe he preferred Beethoven.Collection: Thinking
I was ripe ten years ago. Now I’m merely preserved, and before long I’ll be buried back in the orchard with the other pits.” -Amanda to JackCollection: Years
One should make the best choice possible given the circumstances, and then avoid second-guessing for the sake of one's own sanity.Collection: Choices
I didn't think there was any way to convince Jack that he wanted more than I had to give, that to people who'd been damaged the way I had been, fear and the will to survive would always be more powerful than attachment. I could only love in a limited wayCollection: Powerful
I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.Collection: Keys
What are you going to call the place?" "I haven't decided yet. Carrington wants to call it Clippety-Do-Da or Hairway to Heaven . . . but I told her we have to be a little bit classier." "Julius Scissors," I suggested. "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow," Jack joined in. Liberty covered her ears. "I'll go out of business in the first week.Collection: Hair
The feelings cut too deep for them to be put on display.Collection: Cutting
My parents never said it. They thought you shouldn't wear out the wordsCollection: Parent
If I'm to change my life for you, I've got to have some hope." "I don't want you to change your life for me. You'll have to make the same decision every day, over and over - it must be for yourself alone.Collection: Decision
This is how we court girls in America. We grab them and kiss them. And if they don't like it, we do it again, harder and longer, until they surrender. It saves us hours of witty repartee.Collection: Girl
Can't you just tell me now?" "No, I need someone to eat with." A slight smile rose to my lips. "Am I supposed to believe that I'm your only option?" "No. But you're my favorite option.Collection: Believe
Sometimes when we're not paying attention, relation-ships happen. There is no rule that requires two people in love to be exactly alike.Collection: Two
Tell me everything, I would say. All about the blues, and the time your heart was broken, and what scares you the most, and the thing you've always wanted to do but haven 't yet.Collection: Heart
I reflected that for all the people you lost touch with or couldn't hold on to, life occasionally made up for it by giving you the right person at the right time.Collection: People
Babies were dangerous . . . they made you fall in love before you knew what was happening.Collection: Baby
Neither of us seemed able to be close to anyone. Not even each other. Closeness meant the one you loved the most would cause you the most damage. How did you unlearn that? It was woven deep between every fiber and vessel. You couldn't cut it out.Collection: Cutting
Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .Collection: Want
I had learned this lesson so many times before. It was the great inner truth that didn't require the support of logic. Every time I loved, I lost, and I was diminished. I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.Collection: Support
I understood finally that the thing I should have feared most was not loss, but never loving. The price for safety was the regret I felt at this moment. And yet I would have to live with it for the rest of my lifeCollection: Regret
I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.Collection: Dream
It’s a risk I’m willing to take. This happens once in a lifetime. You meet someone and have this crazy reaction … you touch her skin and it’s the best skin you’ve ever felt, and no perfume on earth could be better than her smell, and you know you could never be bored with her because she’s interesting even when she’s doing nothing. Even without knowing everything about her, you get her. You know who she is, and it works for you on every level.Collection: Crazy
Leo smiled and stroked her hair. 'We'll both be fine, Marks. We've just begun our journey...and there's so much we have yet to do.' He spoke more softly as he heard her breathing turn even and steady. 'Rest against my heart. Let me watch over your dreams. And know that tomorrow morning, and every morning after that, you'll awaken next to someone who loves you.' 'Dodger?' she mumbled against his chest, and he grinned. 'No, your confounded ferret will have to stay in his basket. I was referring to myself.' 'Yes, I know.' Catherine slid her hand up to his cheek. 'Only you,' she said. 'Always you.Collection: Dream
“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“Collection: Hands
Hunt seemed similarly indifferent to the show, his head inclined toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. Though his breathing remained soft and disciplined, it seemed to her that its rhythm had changed ever so slightly. Annabelle moistened her dry lips. “You …you mustn’t stare at me like that.” Soft as the murmur was, he caught it. “With you here, nothing else is worth looking at.Collection: Breathing
No one can tell you what your path is . . . but someday you'll discover it. . . and it won't be at all what you expected.Collection: Path
You shouldn’t rule out second chances. Sometimes they come with interesting bonus features.Collection: Second Chance
She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.Collection: Touching
Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish?Collection: Levels
A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.Collection: Couple
I never lie for the sake of kindness,” he murmured, smiling. “One of my many flaws.Collection: Kindness
Oh, I have a very pure soul. It's only my private parts that have gotten me into trouble".Collection: Soul
Because I realized during the past few days that I can’t leave doubt in anyone’s mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.Collection: Past
I’ve told you before, I love like a madman,” he said. “Immoderate, jealous, possessive...I’m absolutely intolerable.Collection: Jealous
You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.Collection: Tongue
I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.Collection: Love You
When Christopher finished, there was a moment of silence. Leo looked at Cam expectantly. “Well?” “Well what?” “Now is the time when you dredge up one of your blasted Romany sayings. Something about roosters laying eggs, or pigs dancing in the orchard. It’s what you always do. Let’s have it.” Cam gave him a sardonic glance. “I can’t think of one right now.” “By God, I’ve had to listen to hundreds of them. And Phelan doesn’t have to hear even one?Collection: Thinking
Love will break your heart,[...] but love can also mend it. Not many things in life are both the cause and the cure.Collection: Heart
The firefly is an unassuming insect in the daytime. If you didn't know what it was, you'd think it was nothing special. But at night, the firefly glows with its own light source. The darkness brings out its most beautiful gift. That's an extraordinary talent for an ordinary-looking creature, isn't it?Collection: Beautiful
Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. “To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.Collection: House
Good God. I don’t believe St. Vincent and the word ‘celibacy’ have ever been mentioned in the same sentence before.Collection: Believe
Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy.Collection: Naughty
You wouldn't have taken Rose to such a place, would you?" "Of course not, but she is a little girl, and I'm-" "My life", he interrupted quietly. "You're my entire life. If anything ever happens to you, Holly, there is nothing left for me.Collection: Girl
It might do wonders for your marriage,” Amelia continued. “It’s lovely to talk to your husband after you’ve been to bed together. They just lie there feeling grateful and say yes to everything.” - Amelia to PoppyCollection: Husband
Shaw...has a woman ever asked you to write a poem for her?" "Good God, no," Gideon replied with a snicker. "Shaws don't write poetry. They pay others to write it for them and then take the credit for it.Collection: Writing
Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.Collection: Appreciate
Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands. I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip. “No, the divorce was great,” I said. “It was the marriage that sucked.Collection: Fall