Quotes by Marguerite Kaye

His eyes darkened. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She leaned into him as he pulled her towards him. It started so gently. Soft. Delicate. Celeste leant closer. The kiss deepened. she could feel the damp of his shirt and the heat of his skin beneath it. A drop of perspiration trickled down between her breasts, and she felt a sharp twist of pure desire.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember the taste of her and the feel of her and the smell of her. She was quite lovely. She was altogether ravishing. She would set any mans blood on fire. He shouldnt have kissed her.

...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.

Youre warning me off. Theres no need, I assure you. At this moment in time, my only ambition is to get myself through the day --- He broke off, realising too late what hed admitted, remembering, suddenly, why he had kissed her in the first place. And now hed given her the perfect opening to start again.But to his surprise, her expression softened. Yes, she said. That is how I have felt since --- since. She blinked rapidly, and forced a smile. It is a good thing, this -- this---between us, because now I know that I am recovering myself...

...You, you look -- bien -- exactly what you were, a high-ranking British officer, used to unwavering obedience and with the air of a Greek god, gazing down on us mere mortals.

The soldier in the portrait had been a respected and admired officer...The man he had become was fighting a different battle now. He had his demons, just as she had her ghosts.

You! That is what is behind this. Ever since you -- As if I didnt have enough on my mind without having to lie awake thinking of you and your damned kisses and your damned questions.

Maman’s life was an unfinished book. Celeste had to discover the ending, and then she could close the cover for ever.

Where is your Revolutionary spirit?Beheaded, Celeste said.

Celeste committed the cardinal sin of leaning across Jacks arm. You will excuse me, Madam, but I have something most particular to say to Monsieur Trestain.That was rude, jack said, though he was smiling.No doubt you thought her very beautiful.No doubt that is what you think I thought.

Celeste rejoined him. How you ladies do love a bargain, he said.You were listening!I left before you shared the secrets of your undergarments. Jack looked sheepish. That didnt sound quite how I intended.Celeste blushed. You should not have mentioned it at all. A ladys undergarments are not a fit topic for a gentleman to discuss at a military dinner.Actually, he retorted, you would be surprised at how often the subject comes up.

But the pain, the tearing blackness, the white heat of his uncontrollable fury, the terror that made him run from himself, the sweats and the shakes, and the dull ache in his head, they were all too real. ~~~~She kissed him to stop the words babbling out. She was in love. “Jack,” she said, because it was all she could trust herself to say. “Jack.” She loved him. She kissed his eyelids. She loved him.

Celeste grabbed his arm. “You see, you are running away from the truth. Why won’t you talk about it?”“Take your hands off me. Now.”She had gone too far. She knew it would be insane to push him further, but she knew with certainty that was exactly what she was going to do. Celeste tilted her head and met his stormy eyes. “No.

She had always swum alone. She had never swum in the company of a man, and this man -- She dragged her eyes away again....Go in. I will follow you but dont look.Jack laughed. I never make promises I cant keep, he said.

I supposed youve already kissed him? Dont deny it, that guilty look is a complete giveaway. Did you like it? Felicity! Well? Yes. Ainsley laughed. Yes, I did. Was it a good kiss? The kind of kiss to give you confidence that your Mr. Drummond would know what he was doing? The kind of kiss that made you want him to do more than kiss you?

My father prided himself on maintaining traditions that were hundreds of years old. Youll feel as if youve stepped back into the eighteenth century. Her brows lifted in surprise. He could see the wheels turning in her clever brain, but she chose merely to nod, and perversely, though he knew he would not like it, he wanted to know what she was thinking. Go on. Say it. It is nothing. Only - you are very much a man of the nineteenth century. You mean youre not surprised I left such a backward place. Such a backward place must be crying out for a man like you. Ainsley pushed her windswept hair out of her eyes.

Kissing gave a man all sorts of immoral ideas. Such ideas were, in Madame Heras world, the province only of men. That Ainsley herself had had ideas - her mind boggled, trying to imagine what Madame would say to that. In fact, those very ideas cropped up in several of the letters Felicity had forwarded to her, variously referred to as unnatural desires, longing, carnal stirrings, fever of the blood, indecent thoughts and even, memorably, an irrepressible need to scratch an itch.