The sight of a sullen teenager is common no matter where you go. Teenagers want things so powerfully and can never seen to get them, and to add insult to injury, people make light of your feelings because you are a teenager. They say time will mend a broken heart and they're often right. But not where my feelings for Hardy were concerned.
Lisa KleypasYou aristocratic ladies and your gold-plated twats. You always think it's such a honor for me to touch you." He surveyed her with mocking green eyes. "You think you're the first high-kick wench I've ever had? I used to have blue-blooded bitches like you pay me to do this. You've gotten it for free.
Lisa KleypasI've always started every day by going to the window for a glimpse of the sky. But now I won't have to." "Why not?" She asked softly. "Because I'll see the blue of your eyes instead." "How romantic you are," she murmured with a grin, kissing him gently. "But don't worry. I won't tell anyone.
Lisa KleypasIโve never heard that the sexual act requires any particular intelligence. From what Iโve observed, many stupid people are easily able to produce children.
Lisa KleypasGhost?โ St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. โChrist. Youโre not serious, are you?โ "Iโm a Gypsy,โ Cam replied matter-of-factly. โOf course I believe in ghosts.โ โOnly half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational.โ โThe other half is Irish,โ Cam said a touch apologetically. โChrist,โ St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.
Lisa KleypasWell, you missed out on some important protocol, Ella. You can't stand between a Texan and his power tools. We like them. Big ones that drain the national grid. We also like truck-stop breakfasts, large moving objects, Monday night football, and the missionary position. We don't drink light beer, drive Smart cars, or admit to knowing the names of more than about five or six colors. And we don't wax our chests, ever.
Lisa Kleypas