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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4a50b3b | So, Inspector," he interrupted, and took a drink of champagne, "have you been enjoying your stay here?" "Yes. Yes, I have. You--" "And do you believe that I could steer your law enforcement career in a direction you might not find entirely agreeable?" Larson's face reddened. "The--well, I have a job t--" "With that in mind," Richard continued, ignoring the attempts at an explanation he had no interest in hearing, anyway, "I sugg.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 6881e18 | What are you doing, terrorizing the virgins? | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 86b05f4 | In some African tribes, this would make us married," a dry male voice returned. Angel looked up. His arms reflexively gripping her waist, a tall, lean man with windswept black hair looked down at her with amused emerald eyes. "In others, it would mean we're being prepared for supper" | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 44f2aa1 | Speaking of which," he said, unable to help his abrupt smile, "I had John Stillwell track down an item for me during his Los Angeles trip." "A bottle of Botox?" "It's behind your seat. Another anniversary present, I suppose." "Okay," she said slowly, and undid her seat belt to lean around behind her seat. "Oh...my...God." She giggled. Actually giggled, as she freed the clear-plastic fronted box. "He roars, and walks with the remote control... | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| d68db55 | A world without delight and without affection is a world destitute of value. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| 837d187 | I don't know whether Bancroft has mentioned it or not, but I have made him what I consider to be a rather generous offer for Forton Hall.' 'Bravo!' Stephen applauded ... 'Our traveler may begin traveling.' ... 'A toast then,' [Quin] said ... 'to interesting possibilities.' 'To interesting possibilities,' Felicity repeated in unison with the others | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| aa8a750 | I don't know why I'm still here. All right? And I'd just like to figure it out before I go. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 00583ee | Felicity glanced at him, then looked out toward the lane again. 'Why did you hit Mr. Fields?' That was a question he preferred not to answer until he'd thought his motivations over more thoroughly - yet he was familiar enough with Lis to know she'd insist on an answer. 'He...insinuated some things I didn't appreciate.' 'Some things that were true, perhaps?' ... 'Yes.' 'Then why-' 'If he knew me, or cared in the least, he wouldn't have said.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 19631be | What sort of agreement?' 'A truth for a truth, a secret for a secret, until you feel that you hold enough of my life in your hands to trust me with yours. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 101b2da | We are not a couple,' she said softly. 'Therefore I cannot cuckold you.' 'Shall I pull out the note and point to the bit where it says we're lovers?' Her lashes lowered a touch. 'Are you jealous, darling?' 'Sleep with whomever you please, Diane. But if you attempt to make me look the fool, I won't be so cooperative.' Even as he spoke the words he realized he was lying - which wasn't that unusual, except for the fact that he'd evidently been.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| aa43b3c | Call me Maximilian.' A sheep farmer. He's a sheep farmer, she reminded herself fiercely. One who lived in Yorkshire, of all places. 'Very well, Maximilian,' she said. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 60239ca | Lady Anne Bishop, he was coming to realize to his growing delight, was far more complex than he'd anticipated. Each moment the plans he'd worked out to win her needed to be modified and adapted as he learned something new about her. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 0228705 | What's so ludicrous about Rafael wanting to travel?' 'He has a life here. He's a Bancroft, for God's sake.' 'I believe he thinks he's already explored that aspect of his life to death, Quinlan. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| e61436b | Felicity grabbed onto a broken roof beam for support. It was strange, standing in the middle of where the drawing room used to be, and seeing her broken bedchamber furniture occupying the same space. She wanted to cry every time she looked at the rubble, but weeping wouldn't help her dig out her jewelry box or the books piled in the wreck of the library. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| bcb8ce5 | No doubt you think me a complete fool.' Finally he was making some sense. Felicity smiled. 'Not a fool, Rafe. Simply overwhelmed by unexpected circumstances. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 236e354 | Heaven help them all if that man was solely responsible for educating his brothers--though that did explain everyone's liberal profanity. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| a5f8ffe | You weren't supposed to pay for our supplies.' ... 'I was hungry, and I didn't want to be bashed on the head by Mrs. Denwortle.' ... Her lips twitched into a half grin, nearly as compelling as the blinding smile that had convinced him to scale the walls and fortify the roof of the estate. Swiftly she ran her eyes up and down his historically clothed form, and the color in her cheeks deepened. 'You are our guest.' So the other party was inte.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 0cb841a | You have business here?' the gruff voice asked. Rafe didn't relish the thought of a musket ball piercing his heart. His mother, and scads of London ladies, would be terribly upset. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| a8cb553 | What did I do now?' It was getting to the point where she didn't know any longer, but she was certain it couldn't be proper. 'Don't waste sugar,' she improvised. 'I'm not wasting it; I'm drinking it,' May countered. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 3d428a3 | Shh, May,' Felicity said soothingly, glancing behind her. She absolutely did not want Rafe to come out and say something stupidly noble. They were on their own - again - and they would simply have to make do. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 6b5aa17 | Falling in love wouldn't have been such a disaster if she'd been curious or even willing to travel. But no, he'd fallen for a woman with roots so deep into an estate that she was willing to stay on even when she no longer had any claim to it. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 6cf22ec | There isn't a necklace, is there?' 'You'll only find out if you answer my question.' 'You're mean.' 'I'm learning to be so.' She preferred to think of it as taking more of a hand in her own destiny, but she didn't much care what anyone else might call it. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 1d37f77 | You want Felicity. And you're trying to buy her.' Deerhurst shoved him backward. 'What if I am? How is that different from you keeping a place you don't want just so you can hang about her? I've seen how you look at her.' Rafe shoved back, hard enough to send the earl staggering against the wall. 'Don't start something you won't be conscious for at the finish. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| c649cd1 | Tiny white flowers sprinkled the upper part of the gown like glimpses of stars at dusk, while the gathered waist and skirt darkened into solid twilight. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 6c29734 | What the devil are you doing here?' Rafe demanded, eyeing him suspiciously. Warefield raised his eyebrows. 'You asked for help.' 'I asked for money.' 'It's the same thing.' 'No, it's not. You-' 'And who might this be? | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 4f64324 | They watched the turning colors of the sky until they faded to gray. 'Are the sunsets in Africa as beautiful?' Felicity asked. He stirred. 'Hm? Oh. They're different. The heat rises from the ground in waves.' He motioned with his hand. 'The lower the sun gets, the more the horizon seems to ripple and move, like it's alive. It's mesmerizing.' She freed her fingers and started back toward the house. 'I'm sorry all Cheshire sunsets have to off.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 738f618 | I had no idea," she panted, "that being ruined could be so invigorating." -- | scottish-romance | Suzanne Enoch | |
| 4f85487 | Ye should see my massive claymore." "Oh, good heavens," Jane muttered from behind them. "What now?" he asked. "A claymore's a fine weapon, long and heavy, and a wonder when ye ken how to use it correctly." Abruptly Amelia-Rose didn't think they were talking about swords. "And you know how to use yours correctly?" "Aye. I'm something of an artist, ye might say. I'd like to show it to ye, lass." | scottish-romance | Suzanne Enoch | |
| acbc0c3 | Before she could face forward again, he caught her gaze with those impossibly light-green eyes of his. "Too late. I'm already charmed, adae. Whether ye dunnae wish me to tell ye so or not." And she was charmed, as well. If only he'd been the oldest MacTaggert. If only her mother wasn't mad for a title in the family. If only, if only, if only." | scottish-romance | Suzanne Enoch | |
| dd3f060 | Because of you, I am me. | scottish-romance | Suzanne Enoch | |
| 26f6fa9 | I didn't have much notice, either, and you don't see me stomping about or trying to encourage people to faint or cry." Oh, she likely shouldn't have said that, either. "Ye've a slightly better hold of yer temper than Coll does." "A dragon would seem to have an easier temper than your brother," she blurted, then put a hand over her mouth. What was wrong with her tonight? He snorted. "I cannae argue with that." | scottish-romance | Suzanne Enoch | |
| 1d88faa | Well, a chaperone would protect good little me from big bad you. I choose to think that you see us on more equal footing than that." "A nice way of saying that I have no teeth." To her surprise, he didn't seem offended by the notion. Lord Geoffrey, if he ever offered to take her anywhere, would more than likely make some comment that she would need a chaperone to protect her maidenly virtue from his manly rakishness. "It's not that," she re.. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 05d6b19 | She supposed a properly bred London lady would be expected to faint in shock at the sight of a shirtless gentleman, but he looked far too delicious for her to close her eyes. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 4e4caee | I am James Burlough, the Earl of Deerhurst.' The earl's pleasant smile capsized into not-quite-polite puzzlement. 'And who might you be, sir? | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 01e1374 | No class in boarding school or finishing school had ever dealt with how to avoid or fight against a kidnapping. And wrestling and fighting were so completely unacceptable they weren't even mentioned. Several headmistresses would be receiving a sternly worded letter if she survived this. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 22f34cf | Ha. She'd jump out the window first. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 2577e14 | If only we could bring all the kids home. If only we could rid the world of all the predators. | Mary Higgins Clark | ||
| 71d1535 | She demanded to see ye and then turned her back on me. Now she willnae speak, and she's better at silence than ye ever were." Marjorie allowed herself a brief smile. "Oh, dear. She's given you the cut direct. It's the greatest show of disdain a lady can give a gentleman." He lifted a straight eyebrow. "Ye've nae cut-directed me," he returned. "I recall a slap direct, though." She'd begun to wonder if he was baiting her on purpose. "There's .. | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 64c9329 | Well, once ye ask me to grant ye a wish, lass, there's nae stopping me." "You haven't let me go," she reminded him. "That's because ye being here is the one thing wish," he muttered, resuming his walk through the foyer." | Suzanne Enoch | ||
| 91c62ef | In The New Biographical Dictionary of Film, David Thomson argues that Brennan should have won awards for even better performances in To Have and Have Not (1944), My Darling Clementine (1946), Red River (1948), The Far Country (1955), and Rio Bravo (1959). Thomson counts no less than twenty-eight high caliber Brennan performances in still more films, including These Three (1936), Fury (1936), Meet John Doe (1941), and Bad Day At Black Rock (.. | Carl Rollyson | ||
| 5329c7c | I couldn't help but wonder if we, as women, had always possessed the instinctive skills for detecting cattiness in other women, or if the knowledge had been taught to us throughout our lives by the great masters of the trade, such as Joan Collins and Linda Evans on Dynasty. | Bethany Turner | ||
| 9eb5a95 | All people--white and colored, slave and free, Union and Confederate--shared a common humanity belied by their outward differences. In a time of discord, in a land torn by war, no truth was more important to remember than that. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| 2d70422 | He nodded, rueful. "I immediately caught myself" | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| f0becb7 | One can never have too many librarian friends. | librarians | Jennifer Chiaverini |