Quotes by Eloisa James

I love you, he said, his voice catching. When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

Neythen looked perplexed. My mum always said Im named after a saint, not an illness.Which one?Well he had his head chopped off, see? And then he picked it up and carried it down the road a time. All the way back home, I think.Messy, Piers said. Not to mention unlikely, though one has to think of chickens and their post-mortal abilities. Did she think that you would inherit the same gift?Neythen blinked. No, my lord.Perhaps she was just hopeful. It behooves mothers to look ahead to this sort of possibility, after all. Im tempted to behead you just to see if she was right.Sometimes the most unlikely superstitions turn out to have a basis in fact.

Piers looked up at him. Youre new. Whats your name? Neythen, my lord.Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. Im sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and wont live a month. No, no, theres nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.

A fit encomium for marital bliss, Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.

They were partners. She would always make impulsive decisions and he would make slow, reasoned ones. He would always be a little terrified that she would look at him with the scorn he saw in his mothers eyes. And she would always be a little terrified that he would look at her and not love her enough.In short, they were made for each other.

Oh, I have felt lust. And Ive indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.

By all accounts Rafes life had been shattered by the loss of his brother Peter. But whereas she turned away from drink when Draven died, Rafe had simply upended a barrel of brandy on his head and hadnt taken that hat off since.

She was everything hed ever wanted in a woman, and nothing hed ever thought to find in a lady.

If you dont mind a word of advice, one never asks a lady to set her own price. If you have to ask, the answer will always be more than you can afford.

I need to work on developing a new, less irritable personality. though I suspect that an empty nest would be at least a partial cure, today I resorted to substance abuse.

Marry me, Esme. Please. Honor me. I will honor you as your husband never did. Our marriage would be a remedy against sin, if anyone could ever call it a sin to love you.”Sebastian Bonnington to Esme Rawlings

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

It was awful, this love.

You are absolutely beautiful, Anne said. But if you see yourself, youll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play.(Eleanor) Are you saying that I normally look as if Im tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?

Shes elegant, Olivia stated. I would kill to have her figure.Really?Of course. I have always wished to look precisely like her. Though obviously, not enough to avoid food, she added.Thats madness. You have everything she doesnt.Olivia opened her mouth, ready to argue. Everything she hasnt.She frowned at him.Including me.

Im fat, she blurted out. You are not fat. Youre the most beautiful, voluptuous woman I know. His eyes moved down her body, deliberately, slowly, then back up to her face. What she saw in them sent fire squirming through her stomach and lower.I want every inch of you, he said, growling it. I want to fall on my knees and worship at your hips. He reach out, shaped her curves from breast to hips with a burning sweep of his hand that a man was allowed to give only his wife.

Quin reached out, spun her back to him, and pulled her into his arms, held her tight, so tight that she could hardly breathe. I need you, he said, low and fierce, into her hair. Oh, G-d, Olivia, how did I ever live without you?She reached up, pulled his face down to hers. Im yours, for good or ill.There was a little click as the door to the ballroom closed, but Olivia paid no mind. Youre the missing piece of me, Quin said. You make me feel.

Toward evening, Harriet found herself thinking the oddest thoughts: that twilight is not really dark. Its gray. The sun gone, the world turns gray, without emotion, without color. It seemed a fitting time for a little girl to slip free of all this pain, to let go.

I dont want Christmas season to end, because its the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

Beauty had just squatted under one of the chairs lining the hallway. A small trickle was creeping across the marble floor.Shes too intelligent to pay mind to me, Lady Sylvia said blandly. All three dogs are French, and they behave just like Frenchmen. Decorative but peevish.