All Quotes By Tag: Historical-romance

“Look. Isn’t he beautiful?”Drew’s expression softened. “Ah, Nellie. He’s bald, pink, and has no teeth. What’s so beautiful about that?”Nellie’s laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.”

“You don’t have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one.”-Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)”

“Farkında mısınız leydim bilmiyorum ama benimle pazarlık ettiniz, bana emir verdiniz, beni ikna etmeye çalıştınız. Her türlü yolu denediniz, sadece bir yol kaldı.”“Neymiş o?”“Lütfen demek.”

“We can talk about our dreams all night, Lisette. We can talk forever, for the rest of our lives, living one adventure after another, I promise. But not now, my darling Lisette. For now, all I can think of is the brilliance of yet another ancient Greek, Sophocles. He said, ‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life-that word is love.’ I love you, Lisette. You bring my life joy I’ve never known. Please, marry me.”

“… Looking at her, I think I know better what romantic love is.”… she asked, “What is it?”“It is parental love,” he answered thoughtfully. “Wanting to protect and keep the other person safe. As well as the love of friendship – esteeming the other person, even desiring each other’s company beyond all others. And it is lust,” he said, meeting her eyes, and was rewarded with seeing them darken, her breath becoming slightly unsteady, one little word jerking her out of her clinical assessment. He smiled, a predatory, seductive grin. “The physical needing of the other person, the quickened pulse, the sweaty heat.” His hand, which still rested on hers, began slowly moving, his fingers dancing over her skin. “Combining them makes the result greater than its individual parts. Because it produces something else. It creates … a steadiness. A strength. I can’t explain it well – being only an outside observer – but I only know that out of my friends’ relationships, my sister‘s marriage is the epitome of grace.”

“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.-Leonard Cohen”

“What have I done to her?” Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. “What the devil did she do to me?”

“Lord Randall barreled inside, brandishing his cane in Drew’s face.”You beggarly knave, I was told this marriage was in name only! Who gave you permission to consummate the vows?””Theodore Hopkin, governor of this colony, representative of the kind, and it’s going to cost you plenty, for that daughter of yours is nothing but trouble. What in the blazes were you thinking to allow her an education?”Drew bit back his smile at the man’s shocked expression. Nothing like landing the first punch.Lord Randall furrowed his bushy gray brows.”I knew not about her education until it was too late.”Drew straightened the cuffs of his shirt. “Well, be prepared to pay dearly for it. No man should have to suffer through what I do with the constant spouting of the most addlepated word puzzles you could imagine.”—————————————–“I require fifteen thousand pounds.”Lord Randall spewed ale across the floor. “What! Surely drink has tickled your poor brain. You’re a FARMER, you impudent rascal. I’ll give you five thousand.”Drew plopped his drink onto the table at his side, its contents sloshing over the rim. A satisfied smile broke across his face.”Excellent.” He stood.”When will you take her back to England with you? Today? Tomorrow?”The old man’s red-rimmed eyes widened. “I cannot take her back. Why, she’s already birthed a child!” Drew shrugged. “Fifteen thousand or I send her AND the babe back, with or without you.”

“You were kidnapped not?””I was kidnapped.””You were forced not into marriage?””I was forced into marriage.””You want not an annulment?””I want not an annulment.”

“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!”“Good,” said the angel. “I was afraid these new shoes would not be sturdy enough.”

“Midnight Omen Deja vu” – Because everyone should experience love in the Caribbean…at least once in a lifetime.”

“I would rather be a cripple and have your love for all of a single moment than to live as I am without ever having it.”

“Where are you going?””To get my Bible.””Right now? You can’t get your Bible out right now! I’m, I’m, we’re just about to…”She’d never be able to go through with this if he got out his Bible. She wiped all humor from her face.”I believe you. Proverbs 5:18. Rejoice, relish, and romp with your husband.”He chuckled. “I’m serious, Connie, and I won’t have you feeling ashamed or unclean over anything we do in that bed, tonight or any other night.””I won’t. I feel unashamed and very clean. I promise. But please don’t get out that Bible.””What? Think you that God can’t see us right now?”Groaning, she slid off his lap and covered her face with her hands. He sunk to his knees in front of her, drawing her hands down.”I love you. You love me. We are man and wife. God is watching, Connie, and He is very, very pleased.”

“You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” – Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff”

“You next,” he said. “Out of those clothes and into bed.”She nodded but didn’t move from Sally’s side. The thought of undressing exhausted her. Where would she find the strength such a task would require?”I’m filthy. I’ll ruin the new bed.””I’ll bring you some fresh water.””I’ve no clothes to change into.”His grin was downright wicked. “I know.”A short laugh escaped her.”