Devil in Winter (Wallflowers, #3)

by Lisa Kleypas

“I rarely dislike people for things they can’t change,” Sebastian replied sardonically. “They usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.”

“Morality is only for the middle classes, sweet. The lower class can’t afford it, and the upper classes have entirely too much leisure time to fill.”

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

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.

“I’m a Rom,” Cam replied matter-of-factly. “Of course I believe in ghosts.” “Only half Romany. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational.” “The other half is Irish,” Cam said, a touch apologetically. “Christ,” St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.

“I’ve learned that while gossip about others is often true, it’s never true when it is about oneself.”

“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.”

“A man’s vanity is more fragile than you might think. It’s easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.

“I don’t give a damn if anyone sees us. You’re my wife.” A smile chased across his lips. “My better half, to be certain.” Leaning over her, he nuzzled into the fine tendrils that strayed over her forehead. His breath was hot and soft on her skin. “My prize…my pleasure and pain…my endless desire. I’ve never known anyone like you, Evie.” His lips touched gently at the bridge of her nose and slid down to the tip. “You dare to make demands of me that no other woman would think of asking. And for now I’ll pay your price, love. But later you’ll pay mine…over and over…” He caught her trembling lips with his, his hands cupping the back of her head.

“I want to fill every part of you…breathe the air from your lungs…leave my handprints 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.”