I know when something is too important to be decided by logic.
Lisa KleypasTags: love romance decisions logic
The way I was brought up ‘he needed killing’ is an airtight alibi.
Lisa KleypasTags: family killing alibi blue-eyed-devil
Catherine went still. Her eyes closed against a sudden wet sting. 'Did you accept her proposal?'
Leo nuzzled tenderly into the hollow beneath her ear. 'Of course not, pea-goose.
Easy, Marks,' he whispered. 'One of us has to have some self-control, and it really should be you.
Lisa KleypasSometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.
Lisa KleypasTags: devil-in-winter
I tried to curl around him, holding him with my arching body. His mouth was slow and searching, the kisses hard at first, then loosening as if unraveling from their own heat. The pleasure thickened, hard flushes rising through me, bringing the desire to full-slip ripeness.
Lisa KleypasIt was a bad habit of hers … looking for safety in places where there wasn’t any.
Lisa KleypasI know. But I hate weddings.”
“Because of Darcy?”
“Because a wedding is a ceremony where a symbolic virgin surrounded by women in ugly dresses marries a hungover groom accompanied by
friends he hasn’t seen in years but made them show up anyway. After that, there’s a reception where the guests are held hostage for two hours with
nothing to eat except lukewarm chicken winglets or those weird coated almonds, and the DJ tries to brainwash everyone into doing the electric
slide and the Macarena, which some drunk idiots always go for. The only good part about a wedding is the free booze.”
“Can you say that again?” Sam asked. “Because I might want to write it down and use it as part of my speech.
Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can’t seem to make yourself want
him. But that’s not nearly as bad as when you meet the wrong guy, and you can’t make yourself not want him.
Come on, Ella. Sleep green.'
Ignoring him, I got into bed wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts printed with penguins. I reached over to the nightstand and flipped off the lamp.
A moment of silence, and then I heard a lecherous murmur. 'I like your penguins.
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