390 Quotes by Tessa Dare

He ducked, caught her by the legs, and threw her over his shoulder – with the ease of a man who’d tossed many a woman over his shoulder. This was definitely not his first go at lady-tossing.

Curse him, he was so good at this. He had her toes melting into the evening dew. Her knees felt close to dissolving, too. Soon she’d be reduced to ten thousand drops of Alexandra scattered across the green, desperately clinging to ten thousand blades of grass.

Pretty,” she filled in. “You did give me that one compliment. You called me pretty.” “Well, I lied. I don’t find you pretty. I find you the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, inside and without.” “There was one more, if I recall.

She managed to snag a fiber of rope with her fingernail. “I think I’m making progress.” “Thank God,” he breathed. “I’m not certain I can loosen it without a bit more slack. Is there any way you can press just a bit closer? A few moments, no more. All I need is a half inch.” He made a strangled noise. “If you must, but do it quickly. Otherwise we’re going to move a good seven inches in the wrong direction.” “What?” “Never mind.

She loved to draw anything. Well, almost anything. She hated drawing attention to herself.

Of course you don’t deserve her. No man deserves a woman like that. He mortgages his very soul to win her and spends his life paying off the debt.

No, no. Don’t make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man’s confidence.

Love me. Don’t ever stop. You hear me? It won’t be this good with anyone else. Only me, Min. Only me.

There’s a reason the poets say ‘falling in love,’ and not ‘climbing.’ There’s no controlling it, no choosing where one lands.