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My dear imaginary Captain MacKenzie, you are not real and never will be. I, however, am a true and eternal fool.
Here, have a drawing of a snail.

There were parts of her spun from floss and held together with hope - and those bits were fragile indeed.

When he wasn't cutting the pitiful figure of a mourning widower, he was being a downright prick.

You are mine," he whispered into her. "And the world is ours. There is nowhere beneath this sky that we do not belong together.

This is the normal way with birthdays, see? Amazingly enough, they arrive on the same day, every year.

The longer she stared at him now, the more she could actually feel her intelligence waning.

Quickly, say something unfeeling. Mock my letters. Threaten my beetles. Just do something, anything reprehensible.

And before we begin, I should like one thing noted. I knew you had Secret Pain.

Her," he said. "I'll take her.

Sometimes the devil you knew was easier to face than the devil who'd pressed you to a bedpost and rolled your nipple under his thumb.

It's a funny thing about suspicions, Mr. Wright. All too often, they're just vain hopes in disguise.

Is it truly so unfathomable, that an imperfect girl might be perfectly loved?

Love me. Don't ever stop. You hear me? It won't be this good with anyone else. Only me, Min. Only me.

The moment his hand closed around his rigid staff, her own breeding parts went soft and quivering.

This really, truly, could not be happening.
Captain Logan MacKenzie could not be alive. He could not be dead, either.
He didn't exist.

I would rather die a spinster - poor, ruined, scorned, and alone - than suffer that heartbreak daily.

One more minute of this, and she'd be a certifiable simpleton.

Think of it like running down a slope. If you attempt to slow down and choose your steps, you're bound to trip up and stumble.

Normally, she never paid calls, not on her own. But this was life after
Leo - a series of tiny, halting steps toward independence.

You ought to take care how you bat those eyelashes, sweetheart. One of these days, you're likely to knock a man overboard.

I'm not a child," Eliza argued with the closed double doors. "I'm a grown woman. With accomplishments and bosoms and everything.

Colin stared at the officer. Thorne, you scare me. I'm not ashamed to say it.

It's like a lizard's foot," she said. "With a footprint that size, that deep? That would have to be one bloody large lizard.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Dedication: For librarians and booksellers everywhere, who gather books and build shelters for tender souls.

No man deserves a woman like that. He mortgages his very soul to win her and spends his life paying off the debt.

Clearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?

Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.

I'm male. You rubbed your ... femaleness all over me. I didn't think. I reacted.

Her softest, most secret parts quivered. She

Because this woman . . . she was a revelation.

My," Miss Simms said, wide-eyed. "I do hope dukes aren't held to the same standard. Can't be healthy for a man, always stifling his ejaculations.

I love you. I wish I had better ways to show it. All I have is this brash, reckless heart. But it's yours.

It's only wasted time if you don't learn from it.

And bloody hell. This journeyed far beyond "like," rocketed straight past "fondness," and pushed all the way to the brink of absurdity.

Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.

Her fingertips rested on his cheek, like a constellation of unexpected kindness.

There was a moment of tenderness between them, and for a moment he experienced the most rare, ridiculous emotion- hope.

You're so tight," he murmured, sounding concerned.
"I think it more that you're so big," she said.

She rolled toward him, nestling close and throwing her arm over his chest. Her fingers toyed idly with the hair there, sifting

I've waited too long for this. Days. Weeks. Years.

What kind of a modern woman was she, if she didn't reach for her own dream? Maybe it was time to sweep the man off his feet, for a change.

No, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence.

Where shall we honeymoon? Will you take me to Italy, to see the Botticellis?"
"I will take you anywhere you wish. Anywhere under the sky.

A kilt isna a skirt. 'Tis an entirely different thing.

You're a grown woman, and a clever one. I believe you understand the situation. And I'm going to trust that you know your own mind.

At times like these, patience came at a premium.

What is it?'
'Something is about to happen, and I want you to see it. I want to be with you when you see it.

A home isn't only defined by what you need, Bram. It's also about the people who need you

I named all the nothings after you. Because, my darling Nora ... no matter where I traveled, you were always what was missing.

Dedication: For all the girls who walk and read at the same time.

If the deed's done right," he said, "there willna be any need for any creams or salves.

Every profane word Gray had ever heard, read, uttered, or invented spewed forth from his mouth.

She stared at him, horrified. And thrilled. And horrified at being thrilled.

Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.

It was only a matter of time. She would love him before the week was out and it would be gloriously terrible, wonderfully hopeless.

He couldn't compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he'd gotten wet.

Why did men have to ruin everything? The answer was simple, she supposed - because foolish women gave them the chance

So there's an ... an etiquette to raking. Some seducer's code of honor. Is this what you're telling me?

Oh no. Oh God. I couldn't possibly be so stupid."
"Don't limit yourself. You can be anything you wish.

And even if she could discern what future she wanted ... How would she bear it if that future didn't want her?

Why must this be so mortifying? Oh, that's right. Because its my life.

He took that mental image and filed it away under Pleasant-Sounding Impossibilities. Right between "flying carriage" and "beer fountain.

We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.

I'm not interrogating him. I'm merely asking him questions.

The most dangerous weapon is the one that strikes closest to the heart.

Izzy laughed. She waited for him to laugh, too. He didn't.

I do," he said roughly. "My God, Cecily. I do love you." Joy

What on earth are you wearing? Did you take orders in a convent since we spoke last? Little Sisters of the Drab and Homely.

Izzy felt as though she'd wandered into the third act of a play. She had no idea what was going on, but it was unbearably dramatic.

Confidence did more to enhance a woman's beauty than any kohl or rouge could manage.

He laughed. A strained, ha, ha, ha, I may die of this laugh.

He set Miss Goodnight back on her feet. As he lowered her to the floor, her body slid down his, like a raindrop easing down the surface of a rock.

She tasted of ambrosia. Like peaches and blossoms and honey and musk. And just a touch of salt, to make the unbearable sweetness even sweeter still.

He was beginning to understand how those ridiculous tales had made her a prisoner of others' expectations.

Sometimes he wondered if women were all lawyers, with an extensive code of Romantic Law that they kept stubbornly hidden from men.

Izzy had always been raised to believe that "please" was a magic word. She'd been misled. Apparently, the magic word was "dinner.

You're my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that's where I belong. Always. - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff

You can begin by dropping that childish nickname and addressing me in the proper fashion.

You don't want to ruin the surprise." "If the surprise is a spike through the chest, I do.

In fact, the possibility was so far out of the question, the possibility and the question were on separate continents.

I'll be damned," he muttered."Most likely." She folded the blanket with efficient snaps. "And I may be joining you, after what we just did.

After spending all of her girlhood fervently wishing she could run away from home - she'd actually done it.

In answer, he bent his head toward hers.
"Wait." She ducked away from the kiss.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing unless you want it.

What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.

Silly me. I dreamed big."
He gave her a sly grin. "And you got it.

Yes, Min. This is how it should be." Raw need edged his voice. "Never settle for less. Be fearless. Wild and loud and lovely. God, you're so lovely.

Just because they're family doesn't mean they won't hurt you. It means they know how to cut deep.

You're undressing me," he said thickly.
"It can't be helped."
"Wasn't complaining.

She couldn't help being a weasel. She was born that way.

I've nothing suitable to wear."
"I dinna care about the color of your frock, lass. I'm only going to take off you again."
She blinked. "Oh.

Tiny spoons were incompatible with a state of sensual turmoil.

I think you underestimate my capacity for taking normal human interaction and making it awkward.

But when the sun goes down? We're all just stumbling through the darkness, trying to outlast another night.

All eyes turned to Cecily. Denny laid a hand on her pale blue sleeve, and Luke felt a possessive fury surge through his veins. Let

Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of ... piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she's ripe?

Certainty becomes you.

Squabbling over too little is just human nature. But it says a great deal about a person, what they do with abundance.

The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery."
Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.

You're not going to ruin my first kiss. I won't let you. You're going to kiss me again, right now. And make it better.