Quotes By Author: Loretta Chase

“Bathsheba looked at Benedict. “You never told me they were matchmaking.””He didn’t notice!” said his father before Benedict could answer. “He didn’t notice handsome young misses of unexceptionable family. He didn’t notice beautiful heiresses. We tried bluestockings. We tried country girls. We tried everything. He didn’t notice! But Bathsheba Winngate, the most notorious woman in all of England, he noticed.””We notorious women tend to stand out,” she said.”

“He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden’s glove. He’d committed salacious acts beyond number. He’d never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he’d exposed.”

“I don’t know who had the training of you,” he continued doggedly, “but your morals are shocking. You spent a night in my bed, remember, after a night in a bawdy house. You go about collecting street urchins and letting inebriated vagabonds kiss you, and then you get into brawls in pawnshops. You are probably past all redemption, but I’m going to reform you anyhow. If you behave yourself, perhaps I’ll let you reform me on occasion, but I make no promises.”

“I beg your pardon for questioning your judgement,” she said. “It is nothing to me, after all, if it proves faulty. I am not the one responsible for the Marquess of Atherton’s heir and sole offspring. I am not the one who will be toppled from my pedestal if the world learns I have not only permitted but encouraged my nephew to associate with the most shocking persons. I am not the one who-“”I wish you were the one who had heard of the rule Silence is Golden,” he said.”

“He pulled away the glove, and at the first glimpse of her fragile, white hand, all thoughts of negotiation fled. “I don’t see how matters could become worse,” he muttered. “I am already besotted with a needle-tongued, conceited, provoking ape leader of a lady.”Her head jerked up. “Besotted? You’re nothing like it. Vengeful is more like it. Spiteful.”

“The Challenge is to pry Bertie loose from Dain and his circle of oafish dengenerates,” Jessica said severely. “It would be far more profitable to pry Dain loose for yourself,” said her grandmother. “He is very wealthy, his lineage is excellent, he is young, strong, and healthy, and you feel a powerful attraction.” “He isn’t husband material.” “What I have described is perfect husband material.” said her grandmother. “I don’t want a husband.” “Jessica, no woman does who can regard men objectively. And you have always been magnificently objective.”

“Dain kept his gaze on his plate and concentrated on swallowing the morsel he’d just very nearly choked on. She was possessive… about him.The beautiful, mad creature – or blind and deaf creature, or whatever she was – coolly announced it as one might say, “Pass the salt cellar,” without the smallest awareness that the earth had just tilted on its axis.”

“You are well aware of your effect on women, and I’m sure it gratifies you no end to watch them sigh and salivate over your magnificent physique. I do not wish to spoil your fun, Dain, but I do ask you to consider my pride and refrain from embarrassing me in public.”Women…sighing and salivating…over his magnificent physique. Maybe the brutal bedding had destroyed a part of her brain.”

“That is what I like about you, Mr. Dashwood,” she said. “You are so decisive. It saves me the bother of thinking for myself.””That is what I like about you, Mrs. Dashwood,” he said. “You are so sarcastic. It saves me the trouble of trying to be tactful and charming.”

“I want you,” she said.”I told you so,” he said.”

“We’ve been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to ‘clodpole.”

“If you try to find a replacement, you’ll be sadly disappointed, I can’t be replaced. I’m the only man in all the world who possesses the right combination of qualities for you.You can turn your Ballister stare upon me all you like, but you can’t petrify me. You can knock me about to your heart’s content without worrying about doing any damage. You can perpetrate any sort of outrage your wicked mind conceives and be sure I’ll join in, with a will. You’re a troublemaker, Lydia. A Ballister devil. Nothing less than a Mallory hellion would ever suit you.”- Vere Mallory -”

“You’ll want all your strength for the wedding night.” I cannot think why I should need strength,” she said, ignoring a host of spine-tingling images rising in her mind’s eye. “All I have to do is lie there.” “Naked,” he said grimly. “Truly?” She shot him a glance from under her lashes. “Well, if I must, I must, for you have the advantage of experience in these matters. Still, I do wish you’d told me sooner. I should not have put the modiste to so much trouble about the negligee.” “The what?” “It was ghastly expensive,” she said, “but the silk is as fine as gossamer, and the eyelet work about the neckline is exquisite. Aunt Louisa was horrified. She said only Cyprians wear such things, and it leaves nothing to the imagination.” Jessica heard him suck in his breath, felt the muscular thigh tense against hers. “But if it were left to Aunt Louisa,” she went on,”I should be covered from my chin to my toes in thick cotton ruffled with monstrosities with little bows and rosebuds. Which is absurd, when an evening gown reveals far more, not to mention–” “What color?” he asked. His low voice had roughened. “Wine red,” she said, “With narrow black ribbons threaded through the neckline. Here.” She traced a plunging U over her bosom. “And there’s the loveliest openwork over my…well, here.” She drew her finger over the curve of her breast a bare inch above the nipple. “And openwork on the right side of the skirt. From here” –she pointed to her hip–“down to the hem. And I bought—” “Jess.” Her name was a strangled whisper. “–slippers to match,” she continued.” Black mules with–” “Jess.” In one furious flurry of motion he threw down the reins and hauled her into his lap.”

“She was a dreamer and a schemer & one didnt dream and scheme without hope.”

“I love these pet names,” she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, “Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!”