24 Quotes by Tracy Anne Warren

A tender smile softened his face. "That would be Esme. She's nine and a delight. I haven't seen much of her these past few years, but she writes me letters. Sends me drawings as well. I have a likeliness of every cat, hound, and horse she's ever met, and considering the menagerie she keeps in the country at Clybourne, that's a great many indeed.

Count this as a mere taste, sweetheart, of all the pleasure I can give you. Marry me and let me show you more. Be mine, and I'll take you on a journey the likes of which you've ever only imagined. ~~ Adam to Mallory

Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way."Incredulous eyes met his own. "You like your potatoes burned?"Ah, so he'd been right about that. If he could still recognize what it was she'd cooked, then surely he could eat it.

Stepping back, he went to his bedside table. He returned carrying something. Opening his palm, he revealed the heart-shaped pendant he'd given her so many months ago."I've kept this," he explained. "You might say it's become a talisman of sorts. I... I carry it everywhere. But I'm going to give it to you again, if you'll take it. Whether you decide ever to wear it or not is up to you.""Jack," she murmured, as she let him press the jewelry into her hand.

Oh, darling, just look at your poor face. You're going to need an herb poultice and a fresh piece of steak for that wound.""And here I was looking forward to eating dinner, not wearing it on my face.

Every damsel in distress deserves a hero...

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

Lowering his arm again, he gazed at her through the darkness and caught the subtle shimmer of her red hair, visible even in the low light.Reaching out, he gathered up a waist-length strand and rubbed the silky ends between his fingers in a slow, measuring glide. Without giving himself time to think, he raised the tress to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes as Grace's sweet rose-and-honey scent flooded his senses.

Well, if it’s an order,” she said on a gentle tease, warmed by his words in spite of herself. “You know, for such a cerebral man, you certainly have powerful physical appetites.”His lips curved in a seductive smile. “Of course, I do. I’m a Byron, after all. It’s in my blood.