I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you...
Lisa KleypasTags: life
Lately I've become so damned distracted that I can't make a decision about anything. I can't think clearly. I've got knots in my stomach, and constant pains in my chest, and whenever I see you talking to any man, or smiling at anyone, I go insane with jealousy. I can't live this way. I—" He broke off and stared at her incredulously. "Damn it, Evie, what is there for you to smile about?"
"Nothing," she said, hastily tucking the sudden smile back into the corners of her mouth. "It's just… it sounds as if you're trying to say that you love me.
My love is upon you.
Lisa KleypasTags: love evie sebastian-st-vincent
Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. 'My love is upon you,' he whispered... and she knew then that she had won.
Lisa KleypasI never take advice, good or bad. That would only encourage more of it.
Lisa KleypasTags: leo-hathaway
Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you.
Lisa KleypasA few more minutes," he said stubbornly.
"No. I just spent the better part of a day sorting through garbage on your behalf. I have other stuff to do. Paid work. Unlike you, I can't survive on air."
(Ghost to Alex)
¿Ov yilo isi? —Le preguntó suavemente.
—Sí —dijo Kev, contestando en inglés—. Hay corazón aquí.
Y Win sonrió mientras él se sentaba para besarla.
I love you," she said wretchedly. “And if I were well, no power on earth could keep me away from you. If I were well, I would take you to my bed, and I would show you as much passion as any woman could.
Lisa KleypasTags: win kev confession-of-love
As I sit here writing to you, I have propped my stocking feet much too close to the hearth. I’ve actually singed my stockings on occasion, and once I had to stomp out my feet when they started smoking. Even after that I can’t seem to rid myself of the habit. There, now you could pick me out of a crowd blindfolded. Simply follow the scent of scorched stockings.
Lisa KleypasTags: christopher beatrix love-letter
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