The Devil in Winter (Wallflowers, #3)

by Lisa Kleypas

But it’s a fact of life that dreadful people usually end up getting far better than they deserve.

‘Don’t remove a single freckle, sweet. I found some in the most enchanting places. I already have my favorites … shall I tell you where they are?’

‘My father is not going to like you.’ ‘If my ambition in life were to earn other people’s liking, I would be most distressed to hear that. Fortunately it’s not.’

Say it again Sebastian

“Never try to turn back on a new road – you don’t know what adventures await you.”’

There it was – a flash of warning in St Vincent’s ice-blue eyes that revealed a depth of feeling he would not admit to. Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork.

‘Think about what you want,’ he advised. ‘There’s very little you can’t have … so long as you dare to reach for it.’

‘I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything on this earth.’ Sebastian took a shivering breath. ‘Tell me what I have to do to get you. Tell me what it will take for you to let me into your bed.’

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‘I’ll take your bet,’ he said grimly. ‘I’m going to win it. And in three months, I’m going to put this back on your finger, and take you to bed, and do things to you that are outlawed in the civilized world.’

I swear he’ll serve as an example to anyone who even thinks of lifting a finger against my wife.’

‘Why have a reading room, if no one ever reads in it?’ Daisy said, sounding outraged. ‘I can’t imagine any activity that could be more stimulating than reading. Why, sometimes during a particularly engaging story, I can feel my heart racing!’

Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.

‘I want to fill every part of you … breathe the air from your lungs … leave my hand-prints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear. I want to make love to you, Evie, as I have never done with anyone before.’

‘Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I’m drowning in it. I can’t defend against it. I don’t know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely—’ He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. ‘You mean too much to me,’ he said raggedly.