53 Quotes by Stephanie Laurens

With a silent mew, Myst stood, stretched, then padded forward to twine about his leg. Vane reached down and rubbed his fingers over the sleek head, then ran his nails down her spine. Myst arched, tail stiffening; the rumble of her purr reached Vane.It also reached Patience; she glanced down. "Myst!" she hissed. "Stop bothering Mr. Cynster.""She's not bothering me." Capturing Patience's gaze, Vane added: "I enjoy making females purr.

Climb every mountain , Ford Every streamFollow every rainbow ,'Till you find your dream

I'm a Cynster--I've been raised to acquire, defend, and protect. My family is the core of my existence--without a family, without children, I'd have nothing to protect, no reason to acquire.

She drew a swift breath, and let it out on the words: "I love you—more than I've ever loved anyone. I love you so profoundly it goes beyond all reason. And I could never let you go—let you be taken from me—that would be the same as letting life itself go, because you are life to me.

Her gaze on Vane, Patience wished she could see his eyes. His expression was unreadable. Shoulders propped against the stone arch, arms folded cross his chest, he watched her like a hawk. A brooding, potentially menacing hawk. Or a wolf anticipating a meal.

Dazed, she glanced around; the dark shapes of huge leaves reared above the denser dark of heavy pots, grouped upon a tiled floor. Moonlight streamed through walls of long windows and panes in the ceiling, silvering paths wending between sends of palms and exotic blooms. The rich scents of earth and the warm humidity of growing things hung on the heavy air.

What's your enterprise of choice?"Vane grinned. "Hops."Patience blinked. "Hops?""A vital ingredient used to flavor and clarify beers. I own Pembury Manor, an estate near Tunbridge in Kent.""And you grow hops?"Vane's smile teased. "As well as apples, pears, cherries, and cob nuts."Drawing back in her saddle, Patience stared at him. "You're a farmer!"One brown brow rose. "Among other things."Recognizing the glint in his eyes, she swallowed a humph.

Assault!" he croaked."The battery might yet follow." The warning- entirely unnecessary from Patience's perspective- came from Vane. One look at his face, as hard as granite and equally unyielding, would have informed any sane person of that fact.

He'd taken off his coat; in form-fitting waistcoat and soft white shirt, he looked, if anything, even larger, more physically powerful, than before.