242 Quotes by Elizabeth Hoyt

His wide brow, his Roman nose, those too-cold eyes, and the lips that in another life- another, better world- would still have been beautiful.This man was her husband. He was intense and intelligent, arrogant and vulnerable, dark and strange.The more she found out about him, the more she thought that perhaps she might fall in love with him, Raphael de Chartres, the Duke of Dyemore.What was more, he was hers.And in that she would not fail.

For a moment she stared at him, panting, breathless and wordless, it seemed, with rage.He'd had no idea she would respond to his capture of her queen so violently.It was rather arousing.

She stood, a little unsteadily, true, but on her own two feet. “It’s not my blindness that cripples me, it’s everyone else deciding I can’t live because of my blindness. If I stumble, if I run into things and fall and hurt myself it’s because I can and I’m free to do so, Maximus. Because without that freedom I’m just a dull, chained thing and I won’t be that woman anymore. I simply won’t, Maximus.

I don’t want you hurt,” he said gruffly.“I know.” Her smile was winsome. “But falling isn’t the end of the world. I may fall, it’s true—in fact, I probably will fall—but really, one can’t live without falling now and again.

If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.-Lady Georgina Maitland-

Fear had a tendency to drive away the courtesy of civilization.

She flew in, all fiery flashing eyes and flushed cheeks, her bosom heaving beneath black wool.She was magnificent."Tell them to let her go!" Séraphine ordered him imperiously. "Tell them to let her go right now."She stood over him, her lips wet, her body shaking with her rage, and he wanted to take her and roll her beneath him and fuck her into the mattress.

ไม่ใช่การตาบอดของฉันหรอกที่ทำให้ฉันพิการ แต่เป็นเพราะคนอื่นๆ ทุกคนตัดสินใจว่าฉันใช้ชีวิตไม่ได้เพราะการตาบอดของฉัน

Why then was he taking her? Was it merely for his own amusement- or was it for some other, more sinister reason? After all, only two days before she'd seen him kill a footman in cold blood. Of course Cal had tried to kill the duke in a particularly awful and vicious way. But then afterward the duke had kissed her as she'd never been kissed in all her life. His tongue had tasted of wine and sin and she'd wanted to moan and rub herself against him as he'd tilted her back over his arm.