Beverley Kendall > Quotes

“You want to have your cake and eat it too.
That’s what she’d said. And what the hell does that mean anyway? If I’ve got cake, what else would I do with it? That phrase never made any sense to me.”
― Beverley Kendall, When in Paris...

“Fate had a most unfortunate sense of humor.”
― Beverly Kendall

“women were rendered speechless”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“could have hit him a great deal harder.”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“No—uh—no, I’m good.” I hold up a sleeve of crackers. “You were right, Paige isn’t feeling well. I thought I’d get her something to eat.” Lame lame lame lame. She’s going to see right through this whole cracker ploy for what it is. Attempts to settle her pregnant daughter’s stomach. Mrs. Nichols lets out an audible sigh as her brow puckers in sympathy. “Poor thing. Those cramps have always been such a nightmare. For that reason alone, I wish she’d remained on the Pill.” For the second time in as many days, everything stops. My breathing. My heart. And I’m pretty sure the couple seconds it takes for her words to register and their meaning to sink in, time grinds to a halt too. Paige’s mother chokes back a laugh as she takes in my expression. “Oh dear, weren’t you supposed to know that I knew my daughter was on the Pill? Or is it me talking about a woman’s cycle that embarrassed you?” she asks, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I”
― Beverley Kendall, The Trap

“It wasn’t that I didn’t love you enough to tell you the truth. I don’t want you to ever think that. The truth is, I didn’t believe you could ever love me enough for the truth not to matter.”
― Beverley Kendall, An Heir of Deception

“But then unrequited love and smart were innately at odds.”
― Beverley Kendall, An Heir of Deception

“pulls back and her hand flies to her mouth. I hear a muffled, “I think I’m going to be sick,” before she makes a dash for the door. She fumbles with the knob for a second before she wrenches it open. By the time I follow her into the hall, she’s in the bathroom heaving over the toilet. Crap! Bring on the morning sickness. I hurry to her side. “Hey, you okay?” She’s puking her guts out. Of course she’s not, dumbass. I’m officially as useful as training wheels on a Harley. But what are guys supposed to do in situations like this, except to stand there looking like we don’t know our ass from our elbow? After”
― Beverley Kendall, The Trap

“Derek Creswell may be a lord by birth and a gentleman in appearances and comportment but his kiss told her there was nothing remotely proper about him. He was carnality at its most sinful.”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“That,” he glanced pointedly at the wood carving of her, “is yours only if you agree to marry me. If you refuse me, I will have to keep it as it will be all that I have of you.”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“I don’t want you to marry me for fear of ruination. I want you to marry me for the same reason I want to marry you. For love.”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“Chapter Four   Mitch   The following day, I arrive at Paige’s house shortly before eleven in the morning. When Mrs. Nichols answers the door and ushers me in, she’s all big smiles and warm greetings. It’s obvious she still doesn’t know I knocked up her only daughter. As”
― Beverley Kendall, The Trap

“rational thinking sprouted wings and flew out the front door, attaining heights far out of mortal reach.”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“you do nothing else in this life, my dear, marry for love and you’ll have no regrets.”
― Beverley Kendall, All's Fair in Love & Seduction

“You sure the kid is yours?” Josh might as well of punched me in the face. Before I can get to him and tear his head off, he’s on his feet, his hands so high this time, he’s waving a white flag. “I’m just asking,” he says defensively. “I mean you’re up in New York most of the time. You don’t know what she’s doing when you’re not here.” If he knew how close I am to beating the shit out of him, his ass would be halfway to his car by now. I stand and make a move toward him but the look on his face stops me cold. Something in his eyes tells me he’s not simply trying to get a rise out of me. He knows something. I pull back and look him dead in the eyes. “Is there something you want to tell me, Josh?”
― Beverley Kendall, The Trap