Stacy Reid > Quotes

“You are the only person I've ever wanted to share my silence”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary ways.”
― Stacy Reid, The Duke's Shotgun Wedding

“Love was something he had banished from his life years ago out of necessity, but she made him yearn to be loved.”
― Stacy Reid, The Duke's Shotgun Wedding

“Livvie has her own opinions and isn't afraid to voice them," he murmured.
Tobias reclined in his chair in a deliberately casual pose. "So I've discovered."
"And what will you do with your ... discovery?"
"There is nothing to be done."
"Many men would say she is unruly, headstrong, and disobedient. In need of a firm guiding hand."
Was the man trying to persuade him to call off the rushed engagement? "Olivia is not a horse and I am not other men.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms

“God, how I want you.You are my obsession.”
― Stacy Reid, The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell

“What is love for you, Niall? A woman who accepts you unconditionally?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“A lady…a lady who understands there might be rough times in our lives, either because of my past or hers, but is strong enough to walk beside me through any storm. A lady who is strong enough to trust me with her emotions and well-being and knows she will be safe to cry on my shoulder always. Love with that woman will be passionate and hungry, but in the calm times, we also know that our love is still strong; we are simply slowing down. Love with her will be…” He raked his hands through his hair. “Chaotic but beautiful.”
― Stacy Reid, A Scoundrel of Her Own

“The best thing to do was read a book to calm her whirling thoughts.”
― Stacy Reid, Her Wicked Marquess

“I did not expect anyone to be here," he said. "I thought you would be asleep by now."
She stared into his eyes for a long moment, hating how distant they seemed. "You've been swimming."
"Yes. And it did not work."
"What did not work?"
"I still want you."
Her heart was in her throat. She had not expected such honesty. "That is why you've been swimming ... because you desire me?"
"Yes."
"And is that so terrible?"
"Evidently."
She worked to contain her emotions. "Why?"
"I have never hungered for another woman the way I do you," he said. "I do not like it.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms

“Do you have any affections for me?" she asked boldly, as was her way, jutting her chin, and damn if she was not staring him down.
"No."
She flinched.
"What I feel for you is beyond affection. At the crest of each dawn I think of being inside you. I write and you crowd my thoughts. I sleep and you are the last person I think of, and damn me if when I wake, you are not the first person I fucking look for. I think that borders on obsession wife, not mere affection.”
― Stacy Reid, Wicked in His Arms

“Never feel guilty for any desire or passion you feel.”
― Stacy Reid, Letters to Emily

“I think love does not lie. Even if it is painful and frightening, love is honest. Love is also about trust…faithfulness and loyalty to each other. I think most importantly…love must be in the kindness a couple shows each other, and there must be laughter in love.”
All the things I have been slowly finding with you.”
― Stacy Reid, A Scoundrel of Her Own

“Is he still there?" She asked huskily.
"Hmm,"
"What is he doing?"
"I don't know."
"Aren't you looking?"
"No."
She let out an exasperated huff. "Why not?"
"I am too busy staring at you.”
― Stacy Reid, Her Wicked Marquess

“But my heart trembles with it when I think of losing you forever...when I think there may be a day that I open my arms, and you do not walk into them.”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“I believe people look away because it is uncomfortable to gaze upon another’s pain when it is bare for the world to see. How do they relate? Or offer words of compassion when they truly cannot understand your pain?”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“Be my friend…be my wife…my duchess. I promise to love you with every breath in my body and every emotion in my heart until the end of my days, Katherine. I vow it.”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“There is something wonderful between us, and it sparks to life from a mere glance and transcends into something so profound at times that I am breathless, unable to believe such a feelings for this person could be real. I am certain, so certain that the duke feels it, too! The wretched, odious man!”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“I love you, Miss Peppiwell. Scandal
will follow us all our lives, I wager. But to experience your indomitable spirit, your passion, and sensuality, and the love I can see so clearly in your eyes, is more than enough to fill a
lifetime without a single regret.”
― Stacy Reid, The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell

“I think love does not lie. Even if it is painful and frightening, love is honest. Love is also about trust…faithfulness and loyalty to each other. I think most importantly…love must be in the kindness a couple shows each other, and there must be laughter in love.”
― Stacy Reid, A Scoundrel of Her Own

“The beauty of silence is that it simply is. In the stillness and tranquility, I find peace. Instead of being afraid of the void, I embrace it.”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“Every part of me seems to always reach for you. I do not understand it, but I am not afraid of it, Mina Crawford. Should I find it disconcerting that one of my greatest pleasures is seeing you smile? It simply is what it is. I do not fight what I feel.”
― Stacy Reid, A Matter of Temptation

“Life was not limitless… It would invariably end, and the idea that she might never experience something as beautiful as she witnessed cut her to her soul.”
― Stacy Reid, A Scoundrel of Her Own

“I would lay the world at your feet if I could, Katherine."
"I do not need the whole world. Just a little bit of you, Alexander”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“Now she looked like a delicate, sensual creature of such ravishing loveliness, his mouth dried. He assisted her to stand, and when she wobbled against him, laughing, he swung her into his arms. Her small, sharp gasp brushed the skin of his throat. She yawned rather indelicately and snuggled closer into his chest. Daniel pressed a kiss to her forehead, wondering at the need that compelled him to do so. “I miss the taste of you.” The words came from him before he had the presence of mind to censure his desire. Another pulse of silence that felt fraught with perilous tension coated the air.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“You have a lovely smile and even lovelier laugh.” Georgianna made an obvious effort to collect herself, blushing fiercely. The earl took a step closer, the warmth of him caressing her senses. “Do I not adore you with praises and compliments, wife? Your blushing reaction says I do not; how remiss of me.” A slow, torturous ache rolled through her. “I…” He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Do I not tell you how soft and sensual your skin is to the touch, how much I ache to kiss this lush mouth of yours, lick the pulse that is fluttering madly as we speak at your throat?” You gorgeous, rakish beast.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Georgianna waited for the earl to leave, but he only tipped his face to the sky, appearing far too stark and lonely in that silhouette. “Ah, wife, we are finally alone, and outside.” She drew in a deep sustaining breath, alarmed that he had known she was observing. The words were coated with flirtatious heat. “I did not realize my presence was known.” “I can feel you whenever you are near. It is as if something invisible ripples over my skin.” Georgianna was painfully aware of him taking several slow, measured steps closer, yet she did not flee or offer any protest when he came so scandalously close. “I did not mean to intrude on your business, my lord.” “It was no intrusion.” Georgianna wrapped her arms around her waist. “Will you marry her?” He stiffened, and his mouth tipped sardonically. “I will consider the advantages of an alliance with the duke’s family.” Georgianna’s heart throbbed with painful intensity. “Of course, she is perfect for you.” “Far from perfect,” he said with chilling indifference. “That I am an earl with wealth is all that matters to the ladies who wish to be my countess.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“For the right gentleman, I would happily relinquish my independence—for he would not cage me, would he? He would want to see me fly. And if I should overreach in my recklessness, the right man would catch me.”
― Stacy Reid, Her Wicked Marquess

“I should also inform you I am incapable of being swatted,” she drawled. The space between them crackled with challenge. Those brilliant eyes skipped over her face as if he searched for depths he was certain remained unsounded. The grimness left his mouth, and he smiled. She felt that small smile way down in her belly, an unanticipated curl of heat that blossomed outward and set her heart to racing. Five times since entering the woods, he smiled, Jules absurdly thought. “I’ll ensure I am gentle with you, Wildflower, so you do not break.” Her heart stuttered hard. “What do you mean?” “You’ll discover.” “You do not like explaining yourself to others, do you?” “I know it to be an existence unsuited to a man of my temperament.” She made a gesture with her hand. “What temperament is that?” The eyes looking down into hers were suddenly bored and a little cold. Jules couldn’t help feeling as if she prodded a wounded beast who had no notion it was indeed injured. She held his regard, knowing it was very important that she did not shy away from him or act scared in the face of his grim visage. How strange this dance between us is. “The stillness that I’ve lived with seems to have gone,” he murmured. “I liked that stillness.”
― Stacy Reid, The Wolf and the Wildflower

“You are angry,” she said blandly. It made no sense for her to pretend. His soft chuckle was mirthless. “Why are you not married, Lady Willow? Your Duke Salop, was he not all you dreamed of? Could it be he found out behind your beauty lay a heart as cold as the winter?” She flinched but looked to the direction of his voice. “I will not rehash the past with you, Lord Westcliffe. We were both young and foolish…and this is now.” Footsteps crunched on gravel as he moved closer. Too close. His heat seemed to reach out and caress against her skin. “I was young and acted like an imbecile, Lady Willow, you were a fickle and unfeeling bitch.”
― Stacy Reid, The Marquess and I

“Unable to stop the desire, his gaze automatically sought for her. The yearning on her face drove the air from his lungs. It was intense, painful, hauntingly lovely, and suddenly he wanted to be the one to give her whatever she craved. Foolish to be certain, for he was not a man to give into flights of fancy or romantic idiocy. Not after she had shattered his heart, not after the atrocities of the war. He followed the line of her gaze and frowned. She looked toward the potted plants by the terrace. Hardly a thing to inspire the wistfulness on her lovely features. She moved as if pulled by a greater power toward the music. Her steps were hesitant, halting, as if she were unsure of what to do. Teeth sank into a pouting bottom lip, and she worried at it before changing the direction of her steps. Her sudden turn had her colliding into the footman with the tray of champagne.”
― Stacy Reid, The Marquess and I

“The following morning, after only a few hours of restless sleep, Georgianna stared at Mr. Burnell as if she had never seen him before. “I beg your pardon?” she whispered, feeling sick. The portly man sighed and fixed his spectacles atop his nose. “Your services are no longer needed for the rest of the journey, Miss Heyford. Please do not allow me to unnecessarily repeat myself.” “I…I am being replaced?” He lifted a brow in evident censure. “You are being fired, by order of the earl.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember