Did it fall out?" Leo asked. "Is she bald?"
"No, not at all. It's just that her hair is...green."
To look at Leo's face, one would think it was Christmas morning. "What shade of green?"
"Leo, hush," Win said urgently. "You are not to torment her. It's been a very trying experience. We mixed a peroxide paste to take the green out, and I don't know if it worked or not. Amelia was helping her to wash it a little while ago. And no matter what the result is, you are to say nothing."
"You're telling me that tonight, Marks will be sitting at the supper table with hair that matches the asparagus, and I'm not supposed to remark on it?" He snorted. "I'm not that strong."
"Please, Leo," Poppy murmured, touching his arm. "If it were one of your sisters, you wouldn't mock."
"Do you think that little shrew would have any mercy on me, were the situations reversed?" He rolled his eyes as he saw their expressions. "Very well, I'll try no to jeer. But I make no promises."
Leo sauntered toward the house in no apparent hurry. He didn't deceive either of his sisters.
"How long do you think it will take him to find her?" Poppy asked Win.
"Two, perhaps three minutes," Win replied, and they both sighed.
You won't kiss me for diamonds," he said, his voice slightly raspy, "but you will for chocolates?"
Poppy nodded.
Harry's blood quickened as lurid images filled his mind...her against him, beneath him. That smiling mouth, his alone, her whispers curling into his ear. Her skin, soft and ivory pale in the darkness. Skin heated by skin, sensation emerging as he touched her.
She was worth anything, he thought, even giving up the last remnants of his soul.
—Es mi prometida ahora. Y la llevaré de vuelta cuando me plazca.
—Entendido. —Los labios de Cam se retorcieron—. ¿Tienes intención de casarte con ella pronto, espero?
—Pronto no —dijo Kev—. Inmediatamente.
Given the choice between eating this cupcake or watching Ryan Gosling and Jon Hamm wrestle each other for the privilege of having sex with me, I’d choose the cupcake.
Lisa KleypasStichwörter: humor
Who should I send for now?”
Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth. “You,” he whispered, holding her fingers to his lips. “Just you.
Stichwörter: love marriage sebastian-st-vincent evie-jenner
Westcliff thinks that St. Vincent is in love with you.”
Evie choked a little and didn’t dare look up from her tea. “Wh-why does he think that?”
“He’s known St. Vincent from childhood, and can read him fairly well. And Westcliff sees an odd sort of logic in why you would finally be the one to win St. Vincent’s heart. He says a girl like you would appeal to…hmm, how did he put it?…I can’t remember the exact words, but it was something like… you would appeal to St. Vincent’s deepest, most secret fantasy.”
Evie felt her cheeks flushing while a skirmish of pain and hope took place in the tired confines of her chest. She tried to respond sardonically. “I should think his fantasy is to consort with as many women as possible.”
A grin crossed Lillian’s lips. “Dear, that is not St. Vincent’s fantasy, it’s his reality. And you’re probably the first sweet, decent girl he’s ever had anything to do with.
Stichwörter: friendship innocence love fantasy sebastian-st-vincent lillian-bowman evie-jenner secret-desire
Now he knew that it was only love when you knew there could be no end to it. When it was as inevitable as gravity. Falling in love, a helpless descent in which the only way to avoid being hurt was to keep going. Keep falling.
Lisa KleypasStichwörter: romance
Love will break your heart,[...] but love can also mend it. Not many things in life are both the cause and the cure.
Lisa KleypasI can't see why you should want to dance with me now, when you never have before." The statement was more revealing than she had intended it to be. She cursed her own wayward tongue, while his speculative gaze wandered over her face.
"I wanted to," he surprised her by murmuring. "However, there always seemed to be good reasons not to."
"Why--"
"Besides," Westcliff interrupted, reaching out to take her gloved hand, "there was hardly a point in asking when your refusal was a forgone conclusion." Deftly he pressed her hand to his arm and led her toward the mass of couples in the center of the room.
"It was not a forgone conclusion."
Westcliff glanced at her skeptically. "You're saying that you would have accepted me?"
"I might have."
"I doubt it."
"I did just now, didn't I?"
"You had to. It was a debt of honor."
She couldn't help but laugh. "For what, my lord?"
"The calf's head," he reminded her succinctly.
"Well, if you hadn't served such a nasty object in the first place, I wouldn't have needed to be rescued!"
"You wouldn't have need to be rescued if you didn't have such a weak stomach."
"You're not supposed to mention body parts in front of a lady," she said virtuously. "Your mother said so."
Westcliff grinned. "I stand corrected.
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