9 Quotes by Chris Karlsen

With little effort, he rolled his late lover off the edge of the cliff and watched, grimacing, when her dainty body bounced off a rocky outcropping. True, he planned on packing her back to France, or to another of his associates. And true, he didn't see her death as a great loss, but he wouldn't have wished her bashed on the rocks, even in death. However, this was the most expedient way to rid himself of an inconveniently dead mistress.

Tonight, I'd like to fuck like every other bloody Englishman, with you on your back and me on top groaning and pumping away for a minute or so, then a nice sleep." A sneer touched the edge of her mouth, then Isabeau laughed. "You English, you are so uninspired, a pity for your women. My soul cries for them." "Yes, unimaginative lot that we are, we have somehow managed to colonize much of the world.

I wish you'd let my missus introduce you to one of her available lady friends." "Absolutely not. I appreciate the thought, but no. I'm not lonely or starved for feminine companionship." "What if I guarantee Margaret won't pester you with matchmaker questions?" "You cannot guarantee such a thing. She will pester me. It is a woman's nature.

Apology accepted. If you're finished Mrs. Porter ---" "Allegra." "Fine. If you're finished, Allegra, I'd like to go." "I'm not." Good Lord, but the woman was a blister that refused to pop.

Deciphering the rabbit warren that made up the minds of most women was never his strong suit. All he could do was ask for clarification. "Allegra, are you flirting with me?" Her thumb stopped its stroking. "Um, yes. Am I not doing it right?

I see. Because I'm not hideous, not a drunkard, and appear to bathe regularly, you picked me. How you flatter me.

Faith leaned closer, inches from his face, her loips a hands breadth from his. She shook her head side to side a bit faster than the average metronome and waggled a finger back and forth. "They not going to find out though, are they? He stared into merry eyes almost as dark as his coffee. The devil was a woman and Faith one of her most beautiful minions.

With little effort, he rolled his late lover off the edge of the cliff and watched, grimacing, when her dainty body bounced off a rocky outcropping. True, he planned on packing her back to France, or to another of his associates. And true, he didn’t see her death as a great loss, but he wouldn’t have wished her bashed on the rocks, even in death. However, this was the most expedient way to rid himself of an inconveniently dead mistress.

I see. Because I’m not hideous, not a drunkard, and appear to bathe regularly, you picked me. How you flatter me.