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“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.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“I slept well last night. But when I woke this morning, I missed you so intensely. I don't even know how to describe the sensation. I looked at the other pillow, and it just seemed wrong that you weren't there. As though I'd woken up missing my own arm or half of my heart. I felt incomplete. So I rose, and dressed, and I just started walking toward you--because I couldn't move in any other direction.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“Would you say that you're a good man, Harry?"

He had to think about that. "No," he finally said. "In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would probably treat you far better than the prince would have.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“Anyhow,” she went on, “so long as my mother forced me to embroider, I insisted on choosing a pattern that interested me. I’ve never understood why girls are always made to stitch insipid flowers and ribbons.”
“Well, just to hazard a guess . . .” Colin straightened his edge. “Perhaps that’s because sleeping on a bed of flowers and ribbons sounds delightful and romantic. Whereas sharing one’s bed with a primeval sea snail sounds disgusting.”
Her jaw firmed. “You’re welcome to sleep on the floor.”
“Did I say disgusting? I meant enchanting. I’ve always wanted to go to bed with a primeval sea snail.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“Not necessary. Man-buns are hot. I blame Jason Momoa. There was only so much watching him bang Khaleesi the female population could take before they wanted their own Khal Drogo.”
― Kristen Callihan, The Game Plan

“I don’t know. What do people see when they gaze at the sky? Inspiration? Beauty?” She heard him sigh. “Truth be told, this view always intimidated me. The sky’s so vast. I can’t help but feel it has expectations of me. Ones I’m already failing.” He was silent for a long moment. “It reminds me of your eyes.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“She’d always wondered what it would feel like to stand on one end of a ballroom and watch a handsome, powerful man make his way to her. This was as close as she’d ever come to it, she supposed. Standing at Diana’s side. Imagining.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“This Sir Alisdair fellow.” Her cheeks blushed crimson. “I’m just saying, he’s likely older than Francine. And less attractive.”
“I don’t care! I don’t care if he’s ancient and warty and leprous and hunchbacked. He would still be learned, intelligent. Respected and respectful. He would still be a better man than you. You know it, and you’re envious. You’re being cruel to me to soothe your pride.” She looked him up and down with a contemptuous glare. “And you’re going to catch flies in your mouth, if you don’t shut it.”
For once, Colin found himself without words. The best he could do was take her advice and hoist his dropped jaw.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“I’m so sorry we’ll never meet,” she whispered, laying her posy atop the late Lord and Lady Payne’s grave. “But thank you. For him. I promise, I’ll love him as fiercely as I can. Kindly send down some blessings when you can spare them. We’ll probably need them, from time to time.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“I don’t know what to make of this,” I whisper. “I didn’t expect you, Ethan.” His eyes search my face. “I’ve been waiting two years for you to see me.”
― Kristen Callihan, The Game Plan

“Your sex life isn’t anyone’s business.” I look down at her. “I’d like it to be your business.”
― Kristen Callihan, The Game Plan

“A kilt isna a skirt. ’Tis an entirely different thing.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“It’s my turn to feed him,” Gray says without looking up. “So bottled breast
milk it is. He hates it. I know, little dude,” he says to the baby. “I love Mommy’s
boobs too, but she needs to sleep.”
From the far room, a muffled groan rings out. “Mother guilt has killed my
sleep,” says Ivy’s disembodied voice. “And don’t discuss my boobs with my son,
Cupcake.”
― Kristen Callihan, The Game Plan

“Excellent,” says Gray, rubbing his hands together, a gleam in his eye. “The last
person to sing gets to buy the drinks.”
Ivy grins wide. “You’re on, Cupcake. I’m going to sing the house down.”
We all pause, our gazes darting back and forth as a certain sense of terror falls
over the table.
Ivy sees us and slaps her palm onto the table. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I know what
you twats are thinking! If I suck at dancing, I’ll suck at singing? Well, I don’t. I’m
awesome.”
Awkward silence ensues, and she snorts.
“What? You think I don’t know I suck at dancing? I just don’t give a shit.” She
glares at Gray, though there really isn’t any anger in the look. “So you can stop
dancing like an ass now.”
A strangled sound leaves him. “You knew?”
“Of course.” She tosses a lock of her hair over her shoulder. “You’re too
coordinated on the field, and you kind of forget to suck when you do those victory
dances.”
He gapes at her for a long second, then gives a bark of laughter. “I fucking love
you, Special Sauce.” With that, he hauls Ivy into his lap and kisses her.
Fi, however, finally snaps out of the trance she’s been in since Ivy confessed.
“You sneaky shithead,” she shouts over the music. “All these years I’ve been
covering for your craptacular dancing, and you knew!” She shakes a fist. “I swear to
God, Ivy Weed…”
“Oh, please,” Ivy counters. “You pretend you suck at baking so you don’t have to
cook for family holidays.”
Fi sniffs, looking guilty as hell. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ivy leans in, her eyes narrowed. “Midnight cookie baking ring a bell, Tink?”
Fi’s cheeks flush, and she studies her nails with undue interest while muttering
something about traitor sisters under her breath. “Those are for PMS cravings and
nothing more. I was baking under duress.”
― Kristen Callihan, The Game Plan

“So
what about you? What are you doing tonight?”
“Same thing. Going out with my QB.”
“Finn Mannus?” I give a little sigh. “He’s dreamy.”
Okay, I’m still a little irked by Dex’s archaic “man code” thing with Gray, and
payback is a bitch.
Predictably, Dex makes a noise of disdain. “Thought you didn’t follow football.”
“There’s a difference between following the sport and following a hot player,” I
tease.
“Never thought I’d be the jealous type,” he drawls. “But I guess I am because I
have the sudden urge to punch the little shit in the face right about now.”
― Kristen Callihan, The Game Plan

“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. A hundred questions sprang up in her mind, jostling with each other to reach the front of the queue. Did he prefer essays, dramas, novels, poems? How many books had he read, and in which languages? Which ones had he read again and again?”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“Oh, Lord. Now he was not only an impoverished orphan, but an impoverished, unloved orphan with a passion for books. Her every feminine impulse jumped to attention.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“Most lasses like it when a man kills the bugs. Along with reaching high places and giving sexual pleasure, it's one of the few universally popular qualities we have on offer.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“She laid a row of cushions down the center of the bed, carefully dividing it into two sides....
"I dinna know how this strategy escaped Napoleon's notice. If only he'd erect a barricade of feathers and fabric, we Highlanders wouldna have known how to get over it.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“Love was not blind, but it might mimic a deteriorating case of cataracts.”
― Sherry Thomas, The Luckiest Lady in London

“Call me hopeless romantic but I want to see my friend with the guy she's been pining for forever.... I want that more than anything on this earth.”
― Kristen Ashley, Rock Chick Revenge

“I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it.”
― Alexandra Potter, Me and Mr. Darcy

“the one
who will jolt awake
all the unwritten
the unsung
and the unlived
in me.

i am waiting
for him.”
― Sanober Khan

“When was the last time she'd actually had a relationship based on reality, instead of some completely invented fantasy she'd written in her head? In her stupid, silly, romantic head.”
― Harriet Evans, A Hopeless Romantic

“I want to have a romance so grand,
it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.”
― Sanober Khan

“Time is what I'm giving you," he said, staring down at her. His hand curved beneath her chin, compelling her to look at him. "There's only one way for me to prove that I will love you and be faithful to you for the rest of my life. And that's by loving you and being faithful to you for the rest of my life. Even if you don't want me. Even if you choose not to be with me. I'm giving you all the time I have left. I vow to you that from this moment on, I will never touch another woman, or give my heart to anyone but you. If I have to wait sixty years, not a minute will have been wasted- because I'll have spent all of them loving you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“Those aren't my favorite," Helen admitted. "But I hope to love them someday. Sometimes one must love something before it becomes lovable.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“Hope was a fool’s emotion.”
― Sarah MacLean, No Good Duke Goes Unpunished

“Sometimes love is not enough.”
― Sarah MacLean, No Good Duke Goes Unpunished