A Match Made in Mistletoe Quotes

“Giles kissed her again, hard and furious. As if he hated her. He’d been in love for years, yet he’d never realized love could be like this. Like someone struck him with a club over and over again. Like fire devouring him. Sweet and terrible. Painful and fierce.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“Her glance fell on the door to the library. Not even Paul’s greatest admirer would call him a bookish man. This was her best bet for avoiding him. She whisked into the room and whirled to close the door, when she glanced up to see Giles a few steps behind her. With a shuddering gasp, she faltered back as he strode forward and shut them inside. Alone. Neither spoke a word as he seized her with ruthless hands and swept her into his arms.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“He’d misjudged the powerful effect of his beloved’s nearness. Keeping his hands to himself had been simple when Serena treated him as a vague acquaintance. When he held her in his arms, control became impossible. He’d stepped away, the only thing he could do to preserve honor. His and hers.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“Because nothing but annihilation would stop him wanting Serena. Even then, he’d probably come back and haunt her.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“But he continued to watch her with an unwavering regard. And this time, he didn’t pretend to indifference. For an intense interval, their eyes met, and she wondered how she could ever have overlooked him. He was the most striking man she’d ever met. Her horse stamped in impatience at the delay, but Serena held the mare and studied Giles, imprinting his image on her mind forever. The tall, lean body. The rumpled black hair. The quirky, intelligent face that lately seemed so much more appealing than mere good looks. Something strong and dark rushed through her, something that wasn’t a game at all. With an abrupt gesture, she set her heels to her horse so the mare bounded into a gallop. But as she dashed through the trees, nothing could erase the memory of Giles standing, proud and solitary, in that frame of white marble. Solitary. And heartbreakingly lonely.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“His attractions were subtle, almost self-effacing—and all the more powerful for that. Her wondering gaze traced his face. The raw bone structure, the expressive lips, the uneven line of his nose that conveyed more character than any perfect profile could. The thick eyebrows that expressed a universe of reaction with the smallest twitch. The dark eyes that saw so much. Too much. Before she could censor herself, she spoke. “You know, I meant it last night—you really are handsome. No wonder the London ladies are mad for you.” His smile was lopsided. “I doubt they want me for my pretty face.” “Then what…” Her voice faded, and heat prickled her cheeks. With a grunt of laughter, he took her hand and drew her toward the bench. “That answer’s beyond the scope of this instruction.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“I thought you were in love with another man.” The words felt like a blow to a bruise, but they had to be said. Instead of taking offense, she stopped at the end of the table and regarded him with an enigmatic expression. Which was odd. He’d spent years observing Serena. He thought he knew her as well as he knew himself. Tonight proved him wrong.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“Heat turned his own cheeks red. And didn’t that make him a soppy sod? In London, he did a fair job of playing the man of the world. Here with Serena, he felt like the awkward schoolboy who had arrived at Torver eighteen years ago.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“From the first, Giles had enjoyed staying with the Talbots. They welcomed him with a generosity that he’d always known was exceptional. But envy tinged his gratitude. Because however kind this noisy, loving, exuberant clan was, however willingly they included him in their festivities, he remained an outsider. An outsider yearning after the lovely daughter of the house like grim Hades yearned after bright Persephone. Darkness hungering for irresistible light.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“The most terrifying part of this terrifying encounter was that just now, the man she wanted to attract was standing in front of her. And that was completely insupportable.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“Unholy delight lit Giles’s dark face to flashing brilliance. She realized that while he mightn’t be handsome, he was breathtakingly attractive and brimming with potent masculinity more powerful than mere good looks.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“Giles, if you were teasing about teaching me how to kiss, I’ll never forgive you.” “Perish the thought.” Attractive self-mockery twisted those full lips. “How the devil can I resist turning you into another man’s dream lover?”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“Released at last from his blazing black gaze, Serena took her first full breath since that extraordinary kiss. When Giles stared at her, she’d felt as though someone tightened a strap around her chest. What in the name of all that was holy had just happened? Nothing. Everything. Who knew Giles concealed a romantic streak beneath his cynical hide? But that wasn’t what had made her heart clench with poignant emotion. No, what made her ache was the revelation that beneath his rakish dash, Giles Farraday was lonely.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe

“She blinked and with surprising reluctance, stepped apart from him. Another horrid blush stained her cheeks, and she only just stopped herself from raising a hand to touch where he’d kissed her. Her skin burned where his lips had touched.”
― Anna Campbell, A Match Made in Mistletoe