Elizabeth Boyle > Quotes

“Never hide your light, for how else is a man to notice you? Your spark, your fire, is your most cherished possession.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“Men make this great pretense of not wanting to be caught, but in the end they usually beg for a lady’s hand.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Love Letters From a Duke

“Sometimes there is naught you can do for a man, save stand quietly beside him and believe. (Advice to Felicity Langley from her Nanny Rana)”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Lord Langley Is Back in Town

“Hollindrake once wrote to me that the men who fight for a cause, a noble one, have more honor than any mere gentleman. – Felicity Langley (heroine)”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Love Letters From a Duke

“That did it. With his masculine pride completely trampled beneath her sturdy and practical heel, Jack made a vow. The moment this ends, I am going straight up to London to cut a swath through Society that will ensure my place in history alongside Casanova and every other great rake. There won't be a woman's heart safe from my charms.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“Lord John, do stop gaping. A woman can possess a mind. If men gave more countenance to what ladies thought, the world would be a much more prosperous place.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“Enough, Aunt Josephine," Jack said, cutting her off, ignoring the stubborn light in her eyes. Oh, she was a Tremont all right, and one of the "mad" Tremonts at that, but she was no longer in charge of this house.
He was. And it was about time he took the reins of this manor and ran it as he saw fit.
"There will be no next time," he told her.
"But Jack, my dear boy--"
He rose from Miranda's side. "There will be no next time. For any of you. I have had enough of seeing my friends, my family, let alone the woman I love risk life, limb, and for what?" He paced the room. "There will never be an end to this if something isn't done, so I am ending it. Here and now."
"But Jack--" Miranda protested.
He swung around on her. "And not a word from you. Do you think I want my wife risking her life on such an improper fashion?"
"You love me?" she whispered.
"Yes," he barked at her.
She grinned up at him. "You want to marry me?"
"Should have years ago." He paced back and forth. "I lost you once, Miranda, I shall not lose you again." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at everyone in the room, daring them to defy him.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“She liked to scatter hope," Minerva said, taking his offering.
"Pardon?"
"Snowdrops. They represent hope. The first flowers in the spring. Hope for a new beginning." She took a sniff of the delicate blossoms and then shyly glanced over at him. "Perhaps you were meant to be here today. To find your hope.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Lord Langley Is Back in Town

“He snuggled her up against his chest, let his warmth surround her. "This is my favorite time of day. Just before the sun starts to rise. Before there is any hint of daylight. The stars always seem their brightest now, as if they know they only have another hour or so of life. For in that time they'll all be gone from sight, lost to the sun, and hidden away until night claims the world anew. So they shine their brightest while the world still sleeps.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Memoirs of a Scandalous Red Dress

“She started to rise, for she feared Dash might become angry, lose his temper as he had before with Finn, but this Dash, this man who was struggling to find his footing, planted his feet solidly on the deck.
"She married someone else, Finn," he said quietly. "There was no battle to fight once she'd done that. I'd lost, and sometimes when you lose, there is nothing you can do but move on."
Finn sighed and shook his head, the arguments and problems of adults far beyond his ken, but he still persisted, struggling to understand. "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Move on? After you lost her?"
Again, Dash shook his head. "Nay, I didn't. Not at all."
"'Cause you loved her?"
Dash looked away. "Aye. Without her, I lost my course and sailed about the seas rather like the Dutchman.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Memoirs of a Scandalous Red Dress

“Mr. St. Maur will help me make a most excellent match. Perhaps you should retain him as well."
Minerva shook her head at the pair of them. "A man will have to fall out of the sky and into my bedroom before I marry him.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Mad about the Duke

“Your eyes are the shade of intelligence, able to pierce a man’s heart with merely a glance. As they have done so to mine.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, And the Miss Ran Away with the Rake

“Friends are the balm that soothes the heart. – Nanny Tasha (former nanny to Felicity and Tally Langley)”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Love Letters From a Duke

“There are things a man can’t undo, that a man can’t disavow. But time has a way of making one see what is important, what is necessary and how change isn’t always the bitter potion it is made out to be. – previous Duke of Hollindrake (grandfather to Thatcher, the tenth Duke of Hollindrake {hero})”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Love Letters From a Duke

“Pippin?"
"Yes, Dash?"
"How did we get here?"
"Aboard this ship?" she teased. "Nate ordered the sails raised and then --"
"Very funny," he said, cutting her off. "You know what I mean. Here. To this place."
"Oh, this place," she said, her face growing solemn. "I've wondered that as well, and all I can think of is that we are like our stars."
"How so?"
"You and I are the two outer stars, and the one between us is everything that keeps us apart."
He set his lips together and gazed out at the waves. "Like this ocean," he offered.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Memoirs of a Scandalous Red Dress

“Luck­ily for Georgie, Lady Finch, an old fam­ily friend, had writ­ten her de­tail­ing the wild ru­mors cir­cu­lat­ing the gos­sipy ton re­gard­ing her im­pend­ing be­trothal to Lord Har­ris. Know­ing Uncle Phineas, Georgie had lit­tle doubt that he prob­a­bly would have in­formed her of her nup­tials with just enough time to dress for the cer­e­mony.

Es­pe­cially con­sid­er­ing that her in­tended bride­groom had al­ready buried nine wives.

Georgie had no in­ten­tion of being the tenth. Why, even that hor­rid old sot Henry the Eighth had had the good sense to go and die after six.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, One Night of Passion

“She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad.
And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch.
"Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-”
― Elizabeth Boyle, The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane

“The storm has passed." He nodded toward the clearing skies. "The stars have come out." He paused and gazed upward. "I miss them when I'm not at sea. Out on the ocean they sparkle all around you. 'Tis like standing at the gates of heaven."
"Sounds glorious.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Memoirs of a Scandalous Red Dress

“Right now I would welcome the most wicked baron who ever lived if he could save me from my aunt and her plans," Minerva declared.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Mad about the Duke

“What an excellent idea, Parkerton," Miranda agreed. "For then you can continue on with your life without a single inconvenience. You can just shake off the dustcovers and everything will be perfectly ordered once again."
"And what is wrong with that?" he asked, his ire finally getting the better of him.
Miranda came to stand before him. "Because you'll never know the most important thing about marriage."
He crossed his arms over his chest. "Which would be?"
"Why she married you.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Mad about the Duke

“Don't you think it's odd that all of a sudden Lord John had to go attend to business? I mean, it is ten o'clock at night." Her hands went to her hips.
"Yes. Felicity, it is odd, but you have to consider the other key element in which you miscalculated."
The girl's head snapped around. "What?"
"You are dealing with a man. And they are neither predictable nor reliable."
"Bother them all," Felicity complained.
"Hold onto that sentiment until you find the right one to bother," Miranda advised.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“For here he was about to take her to that passionate brink and she reached upward, her hips rising, her breath catching as she dared not even exhale...
Yet he stopped, and let himself go farther down, until his lips blew a hot, steamy kiss over her sex, leaving her gasping, and then it was his tongue on her, lapping at her, drawing her into his mouth and sucking at her sex.
He'd slid his fingers inside her again, easing their way in, but it was his mouth, teasing over her, that left her gasping for air, reaching upward, nearly at that brink.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane

“So she hadn't completely lost her sense of propriety -- and for some reason he was glad of that. Yet even as he looked at her, there was that mischievous sparkle in her eyes again despite her protest.
A sparkle. An odd light as incongruous as her red hair.
No, he was imagining things. But where was the expected admonishment on propriety, the lecture on proper restraint? Just when he thought he understood the lady, knew how to knot up her corset strings and keep her at sixes and sevens, she'd turned the tide on him.
What had she said? You are not a man easily understood.
Perhaps she understood him better than he'd given her credit for.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“Tremont ailesinin sloganı her ne kadar ''Adil ol ve korkma'' olsa da Jack buna kendi inandığı bir cümleyide eklemişti: Kızıllardan Uzak DUR!
Lanetli ayartıcılar, gizemli yaratıklar, cehennemden onun sonunu getirmek için gönderilmişlerdi. ♥”
― Elizabeth Boyle, This Rake of Mine

“He said someday I would come home and regret ever leaving."
She murmured something, perhaps her own remembrance of a place lost. "Do you?" she said after some time.
"Yes . . . I mean to say, no," he corrected. "Oh, bother, I don't know."
"Don't fret over it. You can't get back the time you've lived, and all you have is what is before you," she said sagely.
"Egads, I find myself betrothed to a bluestocking," he teased. "Who was that, Aristotle?"
She laughed. "No, Aunt Bedelia.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Lord Langley Is Back in Town

“Well, she did say once that a disorganized closet was a sign of... a sign of..." she began, glancing around him and looking ready to bolt like a fawn in the forest.
"A sign of what?" he asked, his hand reaching out and cradling her chin, stilling her movements.
He gave her her due- she chucked up her chin and met his gaze with a steely one of her own. "Lady Essex says untidy closets are a sign of darker troubles."
"Truly?" he mused as he leaned over her and inhaled deeply around the shell of her ear. "How dark?"
She might be doing her best to look unmoved, but he could see her pulse fluttering in her neck, see her lips part slightly, her lashes waver as they softly closed. "I haven't the vaguest notion-" she began, and stopped as his lips brushed against a spot right behind her ear. "My lord! Whatever are you doing?"
"Discovering your dark secrets.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane

“Don't you think Lady Standon deserves a man who sets her heart afire? Don't you deserve the same?"
She leaned forward and poked him in the chest. Actually stabbed her finger into his coat as if he were a chicken on the spit. Rather like Lady Standon's harridan of a housekeeper.
"I would think," she said, "a man in your position would want more. So much more."
More? Whatever did that mean? More?
He had no idea what she was talking about.
But in a flash he had a devilish inkling of what she meant.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Mad about the Duke

“without the stars there to remind us, whatever would we reach for?” Her”
― Elizabeth Boyle, The Knave of Hearts

“Oh, he might still be half-seas over, but he wasn't so bosky that he couldn't discern a feminine shape that begged to be explored- though she was obviously doing her best to hide it beneath the plain gown she wore. She might even be a proper bit, if it weren't for the path of ruined crockery in her wake.
That spoke of an impulsive and passionate nature. A dangerous mix in a pretty miss that begged to be unleashed in a different way. Say, in a man's bed.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane

“I’ll have you know there is adventure and then there is crime. And crime, such as you are suggesting, my pretty little filching mort, will see you standing in the Old Bailey being consigned to a hanging.” “Then I daresay it would be best if we weren’t caught.” “Not caught!” He shook his head. “At least now I know where you live.” “However do you know that?” “Because I’m quite certain the place you escaped from earlier was Bedlam.” “Bedlam, indeed,” she sniffed. “Whyever would you want to break into someone’s house?” She shrugged. “I just merely want to try. It can’t be that difficult. Thieves do it all the time.” “And are hung all the time.”
― Elizabeth Boyle, Mad About the Major