84 Quotes by Lisa Carlisle

Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Art is full of agony and beauty. The pen itself a sword of pleasure and pain, isn’t it, my poet?

Does this make me your muse?” His voice was a low, luscious tone that rippled through her…“In a way, I guess it does.” She took a step back, she needed air. Being around him, so close, made it too difficult to breathe.“Maybe you’ll be mine.

Her eyelids lowered, and her irises darkened a shade, flickering with unmistakable desire. “All I want is you.