Marguerite Kaye Quotes

My father prided himself on maintaining traditions that were hundreds of years old. You'll feel as if you've stepped back into the eighteenth century."tHer brows lifted in surprise. He could see the wheels turning in her clever brain, but she chose merely to nod, and perversely, though he knew he would not like it, he wanted to know what she was thinking. "Go on. Say it."t"It is nothing. Only - you are very much a man of the nineteenth century."t"You mean you're not surprised I left such a backward place."t"Such a backward place must be crying out for a man like you." Ainsley pushed her windswept hair out of her eyes.

I supposed you've already kissed him? Don't deny it, that guilty look is a complete giveaway. Did you like it?"t"Felicity!"t"Well?"t"Yes." Ainsley laughed. "Yes, I did."t"Was it a good kiss? The kind of kiss to give you confidence that your Mr. Drummond would know what he was doing? The kind of kiss that made you want him to do more than kiss you?

Kissing gave a man all sorts of immoral ideas. Such ideas were, in Madame Hera's world, the province only of men. That Ainsley herself had had ideas - her mind boggled, trying to imagine what Madame would say to that.tIn fact, those very ideas cropped up in several of the letters Felicity had forwarded to her, variously referred to as 'unnatural desires,' 'longing,' 'carnal stirrings,' fever of the blood,' 'indecent thoughts' and even, memorably, 'an irrepressible need to scratch an itch.

...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.

You! That is what is behind this. Ever since you -- As if I didn't have enough on my mind without having to lie awake thinking of you and your damned kisses and your damned questions.

The soldier in the portrait had been a respected and admired officer...The man he had become was fighting a different battle now. He had his demons, just as she had her ghosts.

...You, you look -- bien -- exactly what you were, a high-ranking British officer, used to unwavering obedience and with the air of a Greek god, gazing down on us mere mortals.

Where is your Revolutionary spirit?""Beheaded," Celeste said.