“Do you know," he said, "there are men who would like very much to see me dead. Powerful men. Obscenely wealthy me. Men who can afford to be patient and engage the services of large, ruthless brutes. I've managed to evade them all. But you...God's truth, I think you'll be the very death of me.” ThinkingKnowsMenSaidPowerfulPatientWealthyDo You KnowBe PatientRuthlessBrutesPowerful Man Book:Three Nights with a Scoundrel Source: Three Nights with a Scoundrel
“I have to go," he said. "You don't understand. Someone wants to kill me. "Someone wants to kill you?" she repeated. "Well, I want to make love to you. My goodness, Julian. With two such compelling alternatives, however will you choose?” WantWellsSaidTwoGoodnessAlternativesYou ChooseCompellingMaking LoveKill Me Author:Tessa Dare
“I was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am." His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you." "I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fingers. "But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too." His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, "You are killing me.” ThinkingKnowsWaySaidStillsI CanBitsHurtPromiseEqualFingersKillingLipsIronyTruthfulCheeksThumbsBruisedBeing TruthfulGetting HurtPromise Me Book:One Dance with a Duke Source: One Dance with a Duke
“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
“I’m so sorry to disappoint you,” she said, breathing hard. “But it would take far more than that to scare me.” A quick flex of his arms, and their bodies collided. And he whispered, just as his mouth fell on hers, “God, I was hoping you’d say that.” SaidHardBodyArmsMouthsSorryBreathingScareDisappointI'm So Sorry Author:Tessa Dare
“No, Susanna, " he said. "I cannot love you just a little. If that's what you want, you must find a different man." His green eyes were breathtaking in their intensity. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. "Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul.” IfsMenWantMindHeartLittlesSaidI CanDifferentSoulBodyEyeLove YouGreenBottomLipsWhat You WantIntensityThumbsBecause I CanOnly LoveBreathtakingGreen EyesMind Heart Author:Tessa Dare
“You’re like a gift,” he said, his voice rough. “All wrapped up for someone else. A man can’t look at you, but think of loosing those bows, one by one.” ThinkingMenLooksSaidVoiceRoughBows 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
“It’s all right,” she said. “You’re through.” “Jesus,” he finally managed, pushing water off his face. “Jesus Christ and John the Baptist. For that matter, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John.” Still not enough. He needed to reach back to the Old Testament for this. “Obadiah. Nebuchadnezzar. Methuselah and Job.” “Be calm,” she said, taking him by the shoulders. “Be calm. And there are women in the Bible, you know.” “Yes. As I recall it, they were trouble, every last one.” KnowsSaidStillsMatterEnoughJobsLastsFacesJesusChristWaterTroubleNeededJesus ChristMarkCalmShouldersPushingRecallsTestamentOld TestamentBaptistsLukeMatthewJohn The BaptistMethuselah Author:Tessa Dare
