Tessa Dare Quotes
Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.
He couldn’t compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he’d gotten wet.
Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.
Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.
A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.
Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of … piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she’s ripe?
The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.
Jesus. Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. Delilah, Jezebel, Salome, Judith, Eve. Trouble, every last one. Add Minerva Highwood to the list.
No, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence.
We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.
Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.
It's never been my desire to conquer you, Amelia. If you leave this room with me, it must be at my side. As my wife, my lover, my partner ...” His thumb brushed her lip. “My dearest friend.
Clearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?
After spending all of her girlhood fervently wishing she could run away from home— she’d actually done it.
Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if...every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back.
Her chin lifted. "Very well. Here is my best offer. Half of my nakedness for all of yours." He pretended to think on it. " It's a bargain.
Amazing, then, how with that one remark, he made a mortifying situation thirteen times worse.
What on earth are you wearing? Did you take orders in a convent since we spoke last? Little Sisters of the Drab and Homely.
So there’s an . . . an etiquette to raking. Some seducer’s code of honor. Is this what you’re telling me?
You’re like a gift,” he said, his voice rough. “All wrapped up for someone else. A man can’t look at you, but think of loosing those bows, one by one.
That’s it,” she said, balling her hands in fists. “I’m not letting you out of it this time. I insist that you take me to Scotland. I demand you ruin me. As a point of honor.
This is the normal way with birthdays, see? Amazingly enough, they arrive on the same day, every year.
Mr. Sand, do you think it's possible to fall in love in the space of a single day?" He smiled. "I wouldn't know. I only fall in love at night. Never lasts beyond breakfast, though.
A home isn’t only defined by what you need, Bram. It’s also about the people who need you
I'm not going to accept your challenge. There will be no duel." "Why not? Because I'm a woman?" "No, because I've seen the way you spinsters handle a pistol. You'd shoot me dead where I stood.
Men never hesitated to declare their presence. They were permitted to live aloud, in reverberating thuds and clunks, while ladies were always schooled to abide in hushed whispers.
Oh no. Oh God. I couldn't possibly be so stupid." "Don't limit yourself. You can be anything you wish.
I’ll be damned,” he muttered.“Most likely.” She folded the blanket with efficient snaps. “And I may be joining you, after what we just did.
Dedication: For librarians and booksellers everywhere, who gather books and build shelters for tender souls.
This is true valor, I hope you know. Legends have sprung from less. All Lancelot did was paddle about in a balmy lake.” She smiled. “Lancelot was a knight. You’re a viscount. The bar is higher.
Think of it like running down a slope. If you attempt to slow down and choose your steps, you’re bound to trip up and stumble.
You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff
Squabbling over too little is just human nature. But it says a great deal about a person, what they do with abundance.
Why must this be so mortifying? Oh, that's right. Because its my life.
The love of books was an instant connection, and a true boon for a girl who tended toward shyness, because it was a source of endless conversation.
He rubbed his hands up and down, warming her. “Then that’s all you need to know. I have you. If there are beasties in the dark, they have to get through me.
It was only a matter of time. She would love him before the week was out and it would be gloriously terrible, wonderfully hopeless.
There are all kinds of courage in the world, and most of it takes place far from battlefields.
You’re hurt.”“No. No, I’m fine. It’s not blood. The militiamen were adjusting Sir Lewis’s trebuchet, and there was a mishap. You took a melon for me.” She smiled, even though her lips trembled.
You’re a grown woman, and a clever one. I believe you understand the situation. And I’m going to trust that you know your own mind.