The Devil and the Heiress Quotes

“He found her weakness without even trying- a man whose confidence outweighed his arrogance was a dangerous creature indeed.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“That family doesn’t produce biddable females, do they? What will you do?” “Show her that I can give her what she wants.” “That easy, huh?” Jacob raised a skeptical dark brow. “Women are simple, brother. There’s no secret to controlling them. Keep them well-bed and well-fed, and they tend to do as you ask.” His brother threw back his head and laughed. “God, I hope she marries you.” “You say that as if it will be a bad thing.” Christian frowned. “On the contrary. It will prove to be highly entertaining.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“That was your home. It was a place you loved, and I won't have you selling it for me."
"It was not my home. I thought it mattered, but it doesn't." You are all that matters. "It was a shell of a building. I know what real loss feels like now, and that was a mere echo.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“My dearest Violet,


A belated birthday gift along with my regrets for not celebrating as we should have.

All my love,
C

Tears filled her eyes as she touched her chest where the locket rested beneath her clothing. She wore it still because she couldn't forget the morning he had given it to her, nor how she had felt, dumbstruck and silly with her love for him. A terrible but true way to describe the sheer bliss that had surrounded them. Blinking away the tears, she unwrapped the package revealing four books: Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Agnes Gray, and The Tenant of Windfell Hall. A quick examination revealed them to be all first editions.
Dropping into the chair, she read his note again two more times. Her finger traced the C. As much as she despised what he had done, she couldn't stop herself from missing him.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“He gently grasped her fingers. To touch her again after a week apart was bliss; heat and the faint hum of a current seemed to work its way up his arm to settle in his belly. His body recognized her immediately as need tore swiftly through him, the need to hold her against him and inhale her sweet scent, to feel the beat of her heart. The gold ring held a rose-cut emerald set in the middle of two matching diamonds with a scrollwork band.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“For the first time, Rose understood the danger before her. The difference between a man and a boy was as subtle as that of a wolf and a hound.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Violet.” His voice was above her. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, a fine edge of pain on his face. “I need to fuck you.” The crude words should have been shocking. She had only ever heard that word in jokes the workmen would shout at one another at Crenshaw Iron. But when Christian said them, they transferred his desperate need to her, so that she shared his fervor. “Yes. Please”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“She brushed past him, her feet bare on the cold wood floor, but he seized her, his fingers tightening on the back of her neck as he dragged her back to him. “Forgive me?” he whispered into her hair as his arms went around her, cradling her against his chest, all the while conscious of her wounded side. His fingers massaged the back of her scalp as he placed kisses to her unmarred temple. “Please. You are precious to me, and my words were thoughtless.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“What will you do?” “Show her that I can give her what she wants.” “That easy, huh?” Jacob raised a skeptical dark brow. “Women are simple, brother. There’s no secret to controlling them. Keep them well-bed and well-fed, and they tend to do as you ask.” His brother threw back his head and laughed. “God, I hope she marries you.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Violet! Hand wraps not yet tied off, he hurried to the door just as she rushed into the room. She paused and looked faintly appalled when she saw him. The initial burst of joy he felt turned to caution. Shirtless in breeches and boots, his usual costume for bare-knuckle brawling matches that he had taken to wearing while exercising, he understood how he must look to her. Beastly and unrefined. His true nature.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“We should celebrate. And then we'll celebrate again when your second manuscript is finished."
She shook her head again. "Then we should have a double celebration tonight. I already finished it."
"You did?"
"It's all I could think of these past months. Lord Lucifer and his annoying brooding. He wouldn't leave me alone."
She giggled when he tackled her to the bed, rising over her. "I'm glad he tormented you as you tormented me.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“I'm perspiring." He had only just now realized that he was likely ruining her gown. "I was training." He tried to push her away, but she only brought his mouth to hers.
"Yes, I know. I saw. It's why I'm rather in a hurry."
So the look she had given him hadn't been censure after all. She had been fighting her desire for him. It was as plain as day in her eyes. He laughed, and the beast in him slipped the reins, clawing at her clothing as he tried to find her beneath it.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“She stared at him, unable to believe that Christian had sold the one thing that had mean the most to him, the one thing that had started all of this. Without his love for Blythkirk, and the fire that had nearly destroyed it, he wouldn't have attempted to run away with her. "Blink if he sold Blythkirk."
He blinked.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Do you like it?"
"Very much so." His joy at those words was diminished with her next. "I suppose an extra few hundred thousand dollars allows for some extravagance.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“The sunshine in her smile seeped into him, warming him as it had for days. She wore a simple cotton dress borrowed from a girl in the village for the trip to the accident site. It was white with bits of lace at the cuffs and neckline, making her seem young, innocent, and full of life. And he had nearly robbed her of that life.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Little by little, the discomfort gave way to the aching pleasure from before. She canted her hips, caught as she was between the steel of his manhood and the skill of his fingers. The pulsing ache had returned, greedy and demanding more. Except this time he was there, filling her completely, creating a new wave of intoxicating pleasure with her every movement as he nudged against a sensitive place deep inside her.
"Yes, that's it." His voice was serrated with desire. "Fuck me."
A cry tore from her lips, and she tilted her hips again, pushing back. He answered her silent plea by thrusting into her at the same time. A spark of white-hot light shot across her vision. Then he did it again, and again, moving in a controlled rhythm that matched the stroking of his hand. He attacked her with pleasure from both sides. All too soon she was trembling, her breath coming erratically as she cried out into the blankets as wave after wave of gratification broke over her.
Only then did he falter in his pace. He fell over her, holding himself off her with one hand while grabbing a handful of her hair with the other. He pulled her head back and took her mouth in a kiss, his hips losing their rhythm too become erratic and fitful.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“She could only admire the breadth of his chest, each pectoral muscle clearly defined. Her palms itched to explore them, and she wanted to curl her fingers in the sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed over the flat plains of his belly. There was an indentation bisecting them that she ached to trace. The hair grew denser just below his navel, arrowing toward his low-slung drawers, half-opened now. She gasped when she saw it. The tip of him rose up, thick and pink, protruding over the top of the linen. The ache between her thighs increased, as if knowing he was meant to be inside her to assuage it.
He saw her take notice and kept his arms up, fingers laced behind his head, as if basking in her study of him.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Guide my hands. I don't wish to hurt you."
"Lower," she said when he pressed fingertips to the middle of her back. "Lower," she urged, guiding him downward. "There."
He started softly, pressing the pads of his fingers to the muscles he felt. She sighed, a sound that vibrated down his spine, settling with a flickering and tightening heat in his scrotum. He shifted as his blood thickened like honey in his veins. This was too much to ask of him. He was already drunk on arousal and need. It swam through his head like whisky, making his thoughts give way to instinct and consequences appear murky.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“A growth of beard darkened the lower half of his face. His valet would not be pleased if he saw him, but Violet was beyond pleased at the sight. She had never seen a man thus. They were either clean-shaven, or had fully developed beards. There must be some in-between phase, but she had never seen it. In the evenings on their trip, he would sometimes have a light growth that he must have shaved off by himself, because he appeared clean-shaven in the mornings. But this was probably a couple of days' worth. Her fingertips itched to rake over it and feel if it would scrape her skin or be soft to the touch. It made him appear rugged in a way that she found extremely appealing, as if the proper English gentleman had been undone to give way to this man who was far more carnal and raw.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Christian was not talking at all. He was reading aloud.
"I explained to her that I had no parents. She inquired how long they had been dead; then how old I was, what was my name, whether I could read, write, and sew a little; then she touched my cheek gently with her forefinger, and saying 'She hoped I should be a good child,' dismissed me along with Miss Miller."
He was reading Jane Eyre to her!”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Now if only they have a proper bath and hot water, it would be heavenly."
His eyes deepened. There was no other way to describe them. They darkened somehow and became more intent and serious. He had given her that same look several times now on the trip, and it never failed to make her breasts feel heavier and an ache began deep within her.
"I will make certain of it," he said.
A naughty image of him joining her in the bath flitted across her mind. Did people do that, or was she being depraved?”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“I think we might strike up a proper friendship if given the chance." She smiled, looking both shy and eager for his acceptance.
He had to look away, lest he reveal how much he wanted her. They could be very good friends. He could see that easily. She was charming and intelligent, with a sensible logic that belied her years. To be fair, she was not at all how he expected she would be. His interest before had been almost purely physical and mercenary- even then something else about her had appealed- but now... at some point during the past couple of days a fondness for her had taken root.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“My birth does instill in me certain privileges, but it is my fault for being blind to them."
Just like that, she felt her defenses lowering. Pleased with his answer, she smiled at him. "No one has ever told you no, have they, my lord?"
He grinned, revealing that tiny dimple in his cheek that sometimes made an appearance. "It happens. Occasionally."
"It should happen more often.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Had he read about Lord Lucifer? Did he know the man was him? Had he read the sinful thoughts Miss Hamilton had about him? Violet had written them too honestly and explicitly for publication. She had intended to go back and edit out some of the more wicked lines. They had been little more than girlish fantasies she had set to paper. Those lines came out to torment her now.
He was depravity and his name was Lord Lucifer, the dark angel himself come to earth to tempt innocents. Rose had never so wanted to be debauched as when he gazed upon her.
And this one: She stared at his mouth, the sensual lips and pink tongue licking at the drop of honey, and she longed to feel him licking at her.
Oh, dear God! Neither of those were ever meant to see the light of day. She had written the last one in a heated moment after coming home from a ball where he had eaten a honey-drenched fig.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“I'm not sure I can ever repay you, considering I am leaving town for the foreseeable future, but if you have ever need of me, I assure you I will be happy to assist you in any way."
The coil of desire that seemed to always possess him in her presence made itself known, tightening deep in his gut. A vision of her on her knees in the carriage repaying him ran through his mind. She was entirely too naive to have meant those words the way his body had taken them. A quick glance at her innocent face assured him that he was every bit the lecher in this scenario.
He would not seduce her innocence away from her, not until they were married. That flicker of guilt returned, putting a fine edge of pain on his desire for her. The gossips would have told her that he was not some bastion of virtue. She must know that men like him were to be avoided. He had even heard Lady Helena warn her away. She should have run from him, or at least made him chase her down the pavement, forced to prove his good intentions. But no, she had put her small hand in his and allowed him to help her into his carriage. The wolf leading the innocent astray.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Her lush mouth tipped up in a smile, and her brown eyes held a soft golden tint as she observed him. Her pale and flawless complexion glowed with health. She was as fresh and pure as a daisy in a field of manure. That meant he was the manure. No, worse. He was the loutish farmer who would crush her beneath his boot. She deserved better. Guilt dared to raise its unwelcomed head.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Upon occasion the simplest way forward was the right path, even if it was littered with temptations.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“If she let the risk of a little scandal dictate her future, then how would she ever manage the ramifications of her novel? Its content, with its scandals and slightly biographical characters, wasn't precisely of the Austen variety.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“I don't care a whit for Society. I think people should only marry someone who can offer them some bit of affection. I am not so naive that I believe in the sort of romantic love and devotion that Miss Austen touts." Though what August had found with the duke seemed very close to that sort of love, and if she was honest, she actually wouldn't mind very much if she found that for herself. But that was far too complicated a subject to discuss with Lord Leigh, a man she should not be talking to at all, much less going on and on like she was. "But there should be some sort of mutual respect and consideration."
"Affection is important to you." His gaze dropped down to her mouth.
She licked her lips and then pressed them together to stifle the nervous tick. "Affection is important to everyone. People are much happier when they are in family units where they are supported and valued. It has been proven to be true."
He grinned, an attractive dimple forming in his left cheek. "You are a bluestocking like your sister."
"I read for information as well as entertainment if that's what you mean." She was aware of the way her shoulders stiffened and her voice hardened, but seemed to be able to do nothing to control her reaction to him. Bluestocking held all sorts of negative connotations. She knew she wasn't worldly enough to have someone like him return the depth of her attraction, but she wouldn't have him believing her interest in knowledge to be a mark against her.
His grin stayed in place. "That is exactly what I mean, Miss Crenshaw. It is a trait I admire in anyone, especially a woman who courts scandal by the very admission.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Had she thought him dispassionate? His eyes were anything but that. The expression within them roiled with an intensity that held her rooted in place behind a sofa. And then he smiled. A tiny upward tilt on the left side of his mouth that promised wicked thoughts were accompanying it. Or were those wicked thoughts merely a reflection of her own? Her fictitious heiress, Miss Rose Hamilton, was known for coveting Lord Lucifer's distinctive smile. Violet simply had to work harder to separate herself from her character.”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress