A home isn’t only defined by what you need, Bram. It’s also about the people who need you Tessa Dare More Quotes by Tessa Dare More Quotes From Tessa Dare The pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well." He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. "I'd forgotten that you see. Coming back to life ... It hurts. Tessa Dare get-wellpainhurt Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it. Tessa Dare knowingcommonlooks Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile. Tessa Dare smilebreathinglove No, Susanna, " he said. "I cannot love you just a little. If that's what you want, you must find a different man." His green eyes were breathtaking in their intensity. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. "Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul. Tessa Dare eyelove-youheart I’m so sorry to disappoint you,” she said, breathing hard. “But it would take far more than that to scare me.” A quick flex of his arms, and their bodies collided. And he whispered, just as his mouth fell on hers, “God, I was hoping you’d say that. Tessa Dare breathingscaresorry Certainty becomes you. Tessa Dare certainty So odd. Most women of his acquaintance relied on physical beauty and charm to mask their less-pleasant traits. This girl did the opposite, hiding everything interesting about herself behind a prim, plain facade. What other surprises was she concealing? Tessa Dare girloppositesinteresting Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die. Tessa Dare crygamesplay What? You mean to travel almost five hundred miles alone? No. I can’t let you do that. I . . . I forbid you.” It was Colin’s first attempt at forbidding anyone to do anything, and it worked about as well as he’d expected it to. Which was to say, not at all. Tessa Dare milesmeanfirsts 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? Tessa Dare forgive-meforgivinggrace Is it truly so unfathomable, that an imperfect girl might be perfectly loved? Tessa Dare imperfectgirlmight She stared at him, horrified. And thrilled. And horrified at being thrilled. Tessa Dare A hint of sensual frustration roughened his voice. “And I will curse the gods along with them, Min. Some wild monsoon raged through me as I looked at you just now. It’s left me rearranged inside, and I don’t have a map. Tessa Dare frustrationvoicesensual He laughed. A strained, ha, ha, ha, I may die of this laugh. Tessa Dare diesmaylaughing The words burned on her tongue, but Minerva couldn’t give them voice. What a hopeless coward she was. She could pound on his door at midnight and demand to be respected as an individual. She could travel across the country in hopes of being appreciated for her scholarly achievements. But she still lacked the courage to ask for the one thing she wanted most. To be loved, just for herself. Tessa Dare voicedoorscountry She couldn't "heal" him. No woman could. Events that far in the past just couldn't be undone. But perhaps he didn't need a cure, but . . . a lens. Someone who accepted him for the imperfect person he was, and then helped him to see the world clear. Like spectacles did for her. Tessa Dare imperfect-personeventspast Don’t you do that.” She turned away from the mirror, toward him. “Don’t you dare make a joke. It took a great deal of courage to say what I did. And you don’t have to speak a word in return, but I will insist you be man enough to take it. I won’t have you making light of my feelings, or making light of yourself—as if you’re not worthy of them. Because you are worthy, Colin. You’re a generous, good-hearted person, and you deserve to be loved. Deeply, truly, well, and often Tessa Dare lightmirrorsmen I never thought Greek philosophy could make a damn bit of sense to me. And most of it didn't, but those words just seemed right. 'Love is composed of a single soul, inhabiting two bodies.'" He took her by the shoulders drawing her close. "It rang true for me, in a way nothing else did. Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if...every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back. Tessa Dare i-love-youkissingphilosophy You’re a terrible cook. That I’ll grant you. You can’t hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So no, you’re not perfect.” His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “But you’re close. Close enough to restore a man’s faith in miracles. Tessa Dare voiceperfectmen Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both. Tessa Dare gravesinsaneproblem
