“There's a very generous donation in the parish's future if you make this fast. Ten minutes, at the most." Frowning, the man fumbled open his liturgy. "There's an established rite, Your Grace. Marriage must be entered into with solemnity and consideration. I don't know that I can rush--" "Ten minutes. One thousand guineas." The liturgy snapped closed. "Then again, what do a few extra minutes signify to an eternal God?" He beckoned Amelia with a fluttering, papery hand. "Make haste, child. You're about to be married.” IfsKnowsMenChildrenI CanHandsGraceMinutesThousandTenEternalMarriedGenerousExtrasConsiderationBeing MarriedHasteRiteDonationAmeliaGuineaFrowningParishFlutteringLiturgySolemnity Book:One Dance with a Duke Source: One Dance with a Duke
“Oh, dear." She let her head fall back to the pillow. "There it went. I've fallen in love with you now." "Just now?" Chuckling, he came to a sitting position, resting his forearm on one bent knee. "Well, thank God for belated blessings." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's been coming on rather longer than that for me." "What?" She sat bolt upright. "What can you mean? Since when?" "From the first, Amelia. From the very first.” FirstsWellsMeanHandsFallLove YouPositionHairBlessingSittingDearKneesRanFallenSatThank GodBentPillowBoltsFall BackAmeliaBelated Author:Tessa Dare
“I knew right then you were the only one for me." He pulled her hand from his face, kissed her palm, then pressed it flat against his chest. "Beatings, battles, fights. No matter how bleak the circumstance, no matter how my soul despaired ... this heart never once gave up." His voice deepened, went thick with emotion. "I've a theory as to why. Do you want to hear it?" She nodded. "This heart is yours. It's yours," he said. "It always will be.” WantHeartSaidSoulMatterHandsFacesFightingVoiceEmotionTheoryCircumstancesBattleMy SoulFlatsChestsThickPalmsGave UpBleakOne For Me Author:Tessa Dare
“You don't want me to feel obligated? Well, I'm sorry, Lily. I am here because I feel obligated." He brought her hand to his chest, pressing her palm flat against his rapidly thumping pulse. "I'm obligated by my heart. It's decided you're essential to my existence, you see. And it's threatening to go out on labor strike if I don't make you mine this very day. So yes. I am here on bended knee, acting from a deep, undeniable sense of obligation. I am, quite simply, yours." He swallowed hard. "If you'll have me.” IfsWantFeelsWellsHeartHardHandsActingExistenceMinesMy HeartEssentialsLaborDecidedSorryStrikesObligationKneesFlatsChestsWant MeI'm SorryThreateningPalmsPulseLilies Author:Tessa Dare
“That’s it,” she said, balling her hands in fists. “I’m not letting you out of it this time. I insist that you take me to Scotland. I demand you ruin me. As a point of honor.” SaidHandsHonorDemandRuinsTake MeScotlandFists Author:Tessa Dare
“When you look at me that way, I feel so beautiful." "You are beautiful." He signed deep in his chest. His hands slid up and down her arms, caressing her roughly. "So damned beautiful." "So are you." She put a hand to his bare chest, tracing the defined ridges of his musculature. "Like a diamond. Hard and gleaming, and cut with all these exquisite facets. Inside...pure, brilliant fire.” WayFeelsLooksHardHandsBeautifulFireCuttingArmsPureBrilliantDefinedChestsDiamondLook At MeUp And DownExquisiteFacetsBeautiful YouRidgesYou Are BeautifulTracing Author:Tessa Dare
