... He didn't know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. โI don't want to leave you,โ he said humbly, reaching for her cold, stiff hands. Emma lowered her head, her tears falling freely. โI'll never see you again, will I?โ He shook his head. โNot in this lifetime,โ he said hoarsely. She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. โThen I'll wait a hundred years,โ she whispered. โOr a thousand, if I must. Remember that, Nikki. I'll be waiting for you to come to me.
Lisa KleypasTodd? Are you still there?" "Yeah. I'm just trying to think of a good reason to continue our friendship." I grinned. "Jealousy is so unattractive Todd." "It would help if you could tell me one thing that's wrong. One flaw. Bad breath? Warts? Some condition that requires anti fungal spray?" "Would chest hair be a flaw?" "Oh, yeah." Todd sounded relieved." I can't stand a chest rug. You can't see the chest cut.
Lisa KleypasRecently Mr. Mawdsleyโs donkey escaped from his stall, raced down the road, and somehow found his way into an enclosed pasture. Mr. Cairdโs prized mare was innocently grazing when the ill-bred seducer had his way with her. Now it appears the mare has conceived, and a feud is raging between Caird, who demands financial compensation, and Mawdsley, who insists that had the pasture fencing been in better repair, the clandestine meeting would never have occurred. Worse still, it has been suggested that the mare is a shameless lightskirt and did not try nearly hard enough to preserve her virtue.
Lisa KleypasShe smiled at him, though her hazel-green eyes were wary beneath the brim of a sodden hat. Right at that moment, staring at her across the hall, Gideon Shaw, cynic, hedonist, drunkard, libertine, fell hopelessly in love.
Lisa KleypasHow do I look?" Amanda asked. Jack shook his head ruefully as he glanced at her. No one could mistake the remaining flush on her cheeks, or the soft sparkle of her eyes, or her lusciously swollen mouth, for anything other than the results of physical passion. "Like you've been ravished," he said flatly. She astonished him by smiling. "Hurry, please. I want to go inside my house and consult a looking glass. I've always wanted to know what a ravished woman looks like.
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