He picked up the hairbrush and handed it to her. “What were you planning to do with that, comb me to death?
So you wish me to forget that you are a sheikh and a prince and a crown prince and soon to be King? That is a lot to forget.
There is an old saying, that in the desert a camel is more useful than a kingdom,” he said ruefully, “but as a location for lovemaking, it leaves a lot to be desired.
She laced her arms around his neck. “Are you hungry, Azhar?” His smile made her blood fizz. “Ravenous, Julia.” “Then please, abandon any attempt at controlling your appetite for me,” she whispered into his ear, “Because I too am starving.
A man who is born to be hanged can never be drowned.
Vintage kisses,” Finlay said. “If only they could be bottled, you would have an elixir beyond price.
Those were the kind of kisses to keep a man awake at night, wanting more. Now, shall we drink this excellent wine and get on with the rest of the tour?
The Jock Upstart, is what Wellington calls – called me. A man who does not know his allotted place in the scheme of things.
Celeste.” Jack grinned. “How every appropriate. An angel sent from heaven to relieve my boredom.””An artist sent from France to paint your brother’s estate,” she retorted.”Touché’. In that case we should get down to business.
He closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember the taste of her and the feel of her and the smell of her. She was quite lovely. She was altogether ravishing. She would set any man’s blood on fire. He shouldn’t have kissed her.
…People – the ones who are left behind – desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.
…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.
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! 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.
Maman’s life was an unfinished book. Celeste had to discover the ending, and then she could close the cover for ever.
Where is your Revolutionary spirit?””Beheaded,” Celeste said.
She had always swum alone. She had never swum in the company of a man, and this man — She dragged her eyes away again….”Go in. I will follow you but don’t look.”Jack laughed. “I never make promises I can’t keep,” he said.