Stacy Reid > Quotes

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

“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

“You make me burn with life, and yearn to set aside my cold and distant, solitary ways.”
― 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

“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

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

“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

“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

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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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 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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“Fuck society, Nana,” he said with deliberate and perhaps unforgiving crudeness. “I have the reputation of a libertine, yet I am accepted in their drawing rooms, fawned over in the hopes I will marry one of their daughters or befriend their sons. Now that I would marry a woman who is beautiful, clever, witty, and kind, do you think I would give a damn what they think? I only feel like the grandest of fools to not have realized that the leap in my heart whenever I see her smile means she is my beloved.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“She was fighting to keep her wits about her; nothing was making sense. For all she knew, he could be withholding flatulence. Gentlemen tended to do that in a lady's presence.”
― Stacy Reid, My Darling Duke

“know you to be an honorable man. Lord Liverpool and many others have spoken of your heroism in the war and how you fought for the lives of your men. I only needed to be sure you felt affection for my daughter, and you had not deliberately compromised her, thinking she possessed a dowry. I grant you permission to wed my daughter if she will have you.” Alasdair inclined his head. “Thank you.” He turned to walk away, but Milton’s next words froze him. “If Willow accepts you I will provide her dowry.” Alasdair glanced back at the duke, taking his measure. “No.” Milton stiffened in surprise. “Do not be hasty, Westcliffe.” His hands on the doorknob, he spoke, “While it would be a relief, I will not have Willow believing I am marrying her for what she brings to my pocket. I already face the insurmountable odds of convincing her she will never be a burden to me. I have made several investments my banker and solicitors predict will be successful. If they are right, in a few months’ time, Willow’s dowry will be negligible.”
― 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

“Touching reaffirms safety and security. That you were deprived for so long was incredibly painful, James. You no longer believe in many things…and it is quite normal that you would only allow those whom you perhaps…trust with that privilege. I understand why you have dismissed Monsieur Gillespie and I want you to know the rage you possibly felt, the disgust…is also normal, because he violated your boundaries.”
― Stacy Reid, The Wolf and the Wildflower

“Daniel sucked in a harsh breath when he realized she was leaving, and the manner in which she did so revealed she did not want to inform him. By God, she truly is leaving. A cold knot of dread invaded his heart. He did not want to lose her. Daniel recalled the agony that had burned her eyes bright when he’d asked her to be his lover, and she had taken a deep breath as if bracing herself against some terrible wound. He recalled the feel of that soft kiss on his jaw, and that he had not understood she said farewell. Regret, sharp and hot, spliced through his chest. He had reduced her to this with his thoughtlessness, sneaking away from a gentleman’s townhouse as if she were an unwanted, unloved burden. He had made her believe she was not worth more, that he would only ever see her as a woman he would use and then discard when she was…. Bloody hell, she was simply everything.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“The duke was standing before the open windows…stark naked. Her lips parted, but no sound emerged, and Jules could only stare as the silvery beam from the moonlight painted itself over his body. His thighs and calves were thick and powerful, stomach and buttocks lean and delineated with muscle. Though they stood several feet apart, she was all too aware of the breadth of his shoulders, his height, and the inherent power in his body. You are so beautifully formed, Your Grace. Alarmingly, her cheeks went hot, then her throat and belly. He was so compelling she stared helplessly, absurdly grateful for the darkened room. Jules drew a soft breath, trying to calm the wild pounding of her heart. The duke tilted his head, baring to her gaze the strong column of his throat. She refused to look lower than his shoulders, not wanting to feel that baffling heat stabbing her belly. He inhaled, and it came on a soft growl when he released his breath. She bit into her lower lip, hard, for that thumping heat low in her belly responded viscerally to that low growl. The corner of the duke’s mouth curled upward and seemed mocking and cynical. Still, she was struck by the incredible sensual beauty of that small smile. Unexpectedly he turned his head and stared directly at her. Jules froze, even her breathing suspended. Though she held herself astonishingly still, her heart jerked with more erratic force. Surely he could not see her. It is impossible. Yet she felt way down inside her, every nuance of his stare. Perilous tension coated the air, and she waited for him to move closer to her, but he turned away and padded over to the bed, the darkness hiding him from her entirely. Jules could not say how long she waited, listening for sounds that he slept. It could have been a few minutes or an hour. She heard nothing, and again she couldn’t escape the feeling the duke knew someone was in the room with him. But why did he not say or do something if he suspects it? She closed her eyes and drew strength for calm, allowing that she might be panicking in vain. There was no peril, and she only had to leave his chamber without being noticed. Jules waited a few more minutes before softly moving from behind the drapes. She paused, then lowered herself to her knees and crawled on her hands and knees to the door. She almost smiled at her absurdity but marshaled her reaction and ventured forward as fast as possible. At the door, she reached up and gently eased open the latch, grateful the hallway was also dark. Perhaps if the duke was awake, he might not notice the slight opening of his door. She crawled through the small space created, and once in the hallway, she lurched to her feet and hurried toward her door.”
― Stacy Reid, The Wolf and the Wildflower

“The scientist in my father cannot help being fascinated by your experiences, Your Grace. He is rather curious about you. I must admit I am, too.” An inexplicable expression briefly shifted in his eyes. “Are you?” “I am, Your Grace. I also respect your need for privacy, and I am sorry yours was violated.”
― Stacy Reid, The Wolf and the Wildflower