He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of speechlessness.

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.

Lord Nicholas St. John was their only hope, and she had been on the roof when he arrived, for heaven's sake. Ladies did not go traipsing about on rooftops. And certainly gentlemen did not frequent the homes of those ladies who did traipse about on roortops. It did not matter if the rooftop in question was in dire need of repair. Or that the lady in question had no choice.

So, are you... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ..." he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.