He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.
Lisa KleypasโSimon,โ she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. โSimonโฆโ โYes?โ A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. โPleaseโฆ take me to my room.โ Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. โSweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.โ
Lisa KleypasThe 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 Kleypas