The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed.
Lisa KleypasWell . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked.
Lisa KleypasWhat you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you." "Why? Was kissing me that bad?" A devil-solf whisper. "No sweetheart. It was that good.
Lisa KleypasI'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates
Lisa KleypasWhat are their names? Psycho and Killer?" He shook his head. "Cupcake and Twinkie." My mouth dropped open. "You're kidding." A grin flitted across his lips. "Afraid not." If naming them after dessert snacks had been Miss Marva's attempt to make them seem cute, it wasn't working.
Lisa KleypasEvie picked up the smallest of the rings and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly. Raising it closer to her face, she examined the design. It was the simplest of all the rings, a polished gold band engraved with the words Tha Gad Agam Ort. โWhat does this mean?โ she asked MacPhee. โIt says, โMy love is upon ye.
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