To Redeem a Rake Quotes

“You let your father in here,” she touched her fingertips to his forehead. “And it has scarred you here, Daniel.” She lowered her palm to his chest, where his heart pounded wildly. “You have to trust that you deserve love and are capable of giving it.” Until he did, he would never be free of his past.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake

“This is not about what’s happened here. This is about a man who doesn’t see me as nothing more than a cripple. A man who didn’t laugh at my dreams of finding employment and encouraged me to make those dreams real.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake

“I’ll know,” she said softly. “Because when you drink you aren’t really present. You are a ghost. Ghosts cannot feel pain. They cannot be touched. And they are not alive. Not really.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake

“She started down the corridor and then frowned. She glanced at him with his hands clasped at his back, matching her slow footsteps. “What are you doing?” “Not carrying you.”
Her lips pulled. “I see that. I meant—”
“I am walking with you.” He stole a sideways glance at her. “And if you tell me I do not have to, I’m going to carry you.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake

“The gentleman who sees you for you. Who appreciates your spirit and doesn’t wish to stifle it. The gentleman who will respect your name, but also defend your honor, if need be. The gentleman who doesn’t wish to change you, but who helps you to see the greatness you are capable of. Trust your heart, listen to your mind, and you will find him.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake

“Dangerous is never knowing pleasure. Dangerous is living with the worry of what other people think and, worse, caring about what they think, so that you lose every piece of you that is worth living. That is dangerous.” He opened his mouth but his words faded and his gaze fell to her mouth.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake

“I’ve eight thousand pounds left me by your mother, to go to you.” That admission brought Daniel’s head whipping back around. “I see I have your full attention, boy.” By God, it was a fortune. Albeit a small one. But certainly enough funds to pay off the most pressing creditors and debt holders, and mayhap a fine mistress, and— “You can stop counting those coins in your head,” Lord Claremont snapped. “You won’t see a pence or pound until your sister weds.”
“Surely you require more than that.”
The older man chortled. “Indeed. I will have your sister wed a good gentleman. Not a miserable blighter like yourself who beds any willing woman.”
“Find the girl a companion and a proper suitor, who will make her an even better husband.” His uncle ticked off on his fingers. “I want your sister cultured. See she visits museums. The opera. Take her riding.”
Daniel shuddered.
“Egads, surely you aren’t expecting me—?”
“I don’t care if it’s you or the bloody companion. But someone must see to the girl. You do those things and the eight thousand entrusted me by your mother is yours.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Redeem a Rake