If I were an opera singer, I"d have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your portrait. But cooking is what I'm best at.
Lisa KleypasThere isnโt going to be a โnext lover,โโ Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. โIโm the only man sheโs going to have.
Lisa KleypasI thought about the future, the oceans and continents he would cross, far away from everyone who knew and loved him. Far outside the sphere of his mothers prayers. Among the women of the future, there was one who would know his secrets and bear his children, and witness the changes the years worked on him. And it wouldnt be me. -Liberty Jones
Lisa KleypasThat drew a mocking laugh from Lillian. โReally, someone should tell St. Vincent that heโs a living clichรฉ. He has become the embodiment of everything they say about reformed rakes.
Lisa KleypasAnnabelle gave him a chiding smile. โIf youโre implying that Iโm spoiled, I assure you that I am not.โ โYou should be.โ His warm gaze slid over her pink-tinted face and slender upper body, then sought hers again. There was a note in his voice that gently robbed her of breath. โYou could do with a bit of spoiling.
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