390 Quotes by Tessa Dare

He stood in the doorway to a side chamber, bared to the waist and dripping. He propped one shoulder against the doorway and clutched the kilt before him with his free hand. His pose was a classic contrap-posto. He looked like a Renaissance David, sculpted not from cool, stoic marble but from impatient flesh.A thin trail of dark hair drew her gaze lower.

Spencer had never been able to sit in a crowded church pew and feel anything but hopeless and tormented. But Nature was his cathedral.

I'm here to present my findings at the symposium. I'm an esteemed member of the Society, with an impressive record of scholarship, and I have something of value to contribute to these proceedings. I also happen to be female. I'm a woman who knows a great deal about rocks. I suggest you find the stones to deal with it.

He’d imprisoned himself in this castle to rot. He’d cut off all contact with the outside world. And just when he thought he’d burned all his bridges, this woman—this impossible, sweet, foolish woman—arrived, determined to swim the moat. Breach his defenses. Make a home. Stay.

Before I found Minerva, I'd passed nights with more than my share of women."Thorne groaned. Don't. Just don't."I've passed time with duchesses and farm girls, and it doesn't matter whether their skirts are silk or homespun. Once you get them bare--" Thorne drew up short. "If you start in on rivers of silk and alabaster orbs, I will have to hit you.

She took him by the sleeve and tried tugging him toward the door. Unsuccessfully.Then she gave up on the tugging and started pushing at him instead. That wasn't any help, either. Except, perhaps, as an aid to Logan's amusement.He was a lot of man, and she was a mere slip of a lass. He couldn't help but laugh. But her efforts weren't entirely ineffectual. The press of her tiny hands on his arms and chest stirred him in dangerous places.He'd gone a long time without a woman's touch.Far too long.

Logan, please. I don't want..." Her words trailed off in a breathy sigh.He smiled a little, rubbing up and down with the pad of his thumb. "Oh, you want. You definitely want. I can feel it." He gave her inner thigh a lick. "I can taste it.

He flipped through the book as he ambled toward her. "Good God. There are whole pages of description. The roguish wave of my hair. My chiseled profile. I have eyes like... like diamonds?""Not real diamonds. Bristol diamonds.""What are Bristol diamonds?""They're a kind of rock formation. On the outside, they look like ordinary pebbles. Round, brownish gray. But when you crack them open, inside they're filled with crystals in a hundred different shades.

Surprise, she said.Surprise indeed.Sweetness. That was the first surprise. He'd heard so many tart words from these lips... but her kiss was sweet, with a hint of true decadence beneath. Like a sun-ripened plum at the height of summer. Ready to fall into his hand at the slightest inducement.