An Earl to Remember Quotes

“I should have never asked you to only be my lover when you are my beloved one. I wish for you to be my friend, my wife, my countess, the woman I laugh and dream with. Only with your hands clasped in mine, Georgianna, enjoying this life, will living be worthwhile,” he said gruffly. “I am damn sorry that for even a moment I caused you doubt and pain. Forgive me, please.” Shock stole the air from her lungs, then she launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love you,” she said with a sob. “I love you, too,” he said, burying his face in her hair. “Marry me again, wife.” Laughter shook her shoulders, and she leaned back to see his expression. His eyes gleamed with a tender, sensuous light, and he cupped her cheeks with a reverence that brought a lump to her throat. “Are you not to douse my fear with an answer?” She dropped her forehead to his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” “Thank Christ. I could not have withstood a rejection after running down the street like a madman to catch your carriage.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Fuck society, Nana,” he said with deliberate and perhaps unforgiving crudeness. “I have the reputation of a libertine, yet I am accepted in their drawing rooms, fawned over in the hopes I will marry one of their daughters or befriend their sons. Now that I would marry a woman who is beautiful, clever, witty, and kind, do you think I would give a damn what they think? I only feel like the grandest of fools to not have realized that the leap in my heart whenever I see her smile means she is my beloved.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Daniel sucked in a harsh breath when he realized she was leaving, and the manner in which she did so revealed she did not want to inform him. By God, she truly is leaving. A cold knot of dread invaded his heart. He did not want to lose her. Daniel recalled the agony that had burned her eyes bright when he’d asked her to be his lover, and she had taken a deep breath as if bracing herself against some terrible wound. He recalled the feel of that soft kiss on his jaw, and that he had not understood she said farewell. Regret, sharp and hot, spliced through his chest. He had reduced her to this with his thoughtlessness, sneaking away from a gentleman’s townhouse as if she were an unwanted, unloved burden. He had made her believe she was not worth more, that he would only ever see her as a woman he would use and then discard when she was…. Bloody hell, she was simply everything.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Georgianna waited for the earl to leave, but he only tipped his face to the sky, appearing far too stark and lonely in that silhouette. “Ah, wife, we are finally alone, and outside.” She drew in a deep sustaining breath, alarmed that he had known she was observing. The words were coated with flirtatious heat. “I did not realize my presence was known.” “I can feel you whenever you are near. It is as if something invisible ripples over my skin.” Georgianna was painfully aware of him taking several slow, measured steps closer, yet she did not flee or offer any protest when he came so scandalously close. “I did not mean to intrude on your business, my lord.” “It was no intrusion.” Georgianna wrapped her arms around her waist. “Will you marry her?” He stiffened, and his mouth tipped sardonically. “I will consider the advantages of an alliance with the duke’s family.” Georgianna’s heart throbbed with painful intensity. “Of course, she is perfect for you.” “Far from perfect,” he said with chilling indifference. “That I am an earl with wealth is all that matters to the ladies who wish to be my countess.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Missing is all you shall do while I am in your employ, my lord,” she said tartly, a very decided twinkle in her eyes. Georgianna was rather lovely in a mischievous sort of way with the tilt to her mouth and the dimples winking in and out of her cheeks. “I have my skillet with me, husband. Under my pillows.” Husband. He almost stumbled when she gripped the muscles of his forearms and squeezed. Did she even realize her fingers were trailing over his naked chest, her caress light, sensual, and so very tender? “Do you?” Her lips curled upward like unfurling rose petals. “Yes, my weapon of choice to resist your ravishment.” His wif…fuck, Miss Heyford was a delight foxed. Her reaction had filled him with humor, and something far more tender and elusive. There was something charming and quite unpredictable about Miss Georgianna Heyford. This fire had been hidden before because she had perhaps feared revealing too much of herself. Daniel gently placed her onto the bed, gritting his teeth when she slid her hands upward to wrap around his neck. In the darkness of the room, her golden gaze smoldered like a low-burning ember. She touched his jawline with a single finger, and it hooked a raw sensation inside his chest.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Now she looked like a delicate, sensual creature of such ravishing loveliness, his mouth dried. He assisted her to stand, and when she wobbled against him, laughing, he swung her into his arms. Her small, sharp gasp brushed the skin of his throat. She yawned rather indelicately and snuggled closer into his chest. Daniel pressed a kiss to her forehead, wondering at the need that compelled him to do so. “I miss the taste of you.” The words came from him before he had the presence of mind to censure his desire. Another pulse of silence that felt fraught with perilous tension coated the air.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“His acquiescence unrooted her, and she flung herself at him, hugging him around the waist. It was reckless and impetuous, and Georgianna could not say what pushed her into his arms, but the earl did not ease her from him but returned her hug. They stayed like that for an endless moment before she untangled from his body and peered at him. A hunger was brewing inside for his touch, and she did not want to deny its existence or argue it away. Only then did Georgianna realize she was still looking to see the naked longing within his eyes whenever his gaze rested on her. And there it was, burning dark and wanton. She leaned against the bookshelves, aware of the slight trembling in her body. Oh, Georgianna, do not do this! “I’ve missed you,” he murmured, using his fingers to caress her cheek. “Have you?” she asked, aware of the breathless ache in her voice. “It is a befuddling awareness.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Perhaps now that the entirety of Crandell thinks you are his countess, Lord Stannis has to keep up appearances by sending servants here,” Lizzie murmured, her eyes gleaming as if the entire sordid mess was a vast source of entertainment. “We must admit Mrs. Hayle would be highly suspicious otherwise. Perhaps all of these good graces will be withdrawn once Jonathan and I are married.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Her shoulders relaxed. “I am terribly sorry, Stannis. I…I was inexcusably reckless, and I never intended for you to fall overboard. Please forgive me.” If not for your action, would I have not missed Georgianna? That thought struck him most forcibly. “Done.” She gasped at his easy capitulation, for it was evident she had not expected it. The gentle air of anxiety visibly fell away from her. “Thank you, Daniel,” Johanna said with a coquettish smile, delicately pushing her body against his. “Will you dance with me?” He peered at her ravishing beauty, willing himself to be tempted by the raunchy delights her stare promised. Yet Daniel only saw golden-brown eyes brimming with laughter, sweetness, and passion. He hissed under his breath, scrubbed a hand over his face, and gently eased Johanna from his body. Even that she was pressed so against him felt like an offense and a betrayal. “I am not interested. And to be clear, Lady Wimpole, you shoved me overboard in petty, thoughtless anger. I will forgive you, but your actions will not be forgettable. You not calling out to the captain or any member of the crew or staff after I fell, effectively leaving me to die in the frigid waters of the English Channel, has revealed a character that I can never let close to my circle ever again. Do not approach me going forward or you will feel the full measure of my displeasure.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Wife,” he said, his gaze narrowing. “Why do you look at me with such fright—” She jerked one step closer to him and fit her mouth against Daniel’s, kissing him with desperation and longing she had not thought herself capable of. “I believe we are scandalizing our audience,” he murmured roughly against her lips. A laugh and a sob escaped Georgianna, and she pulled away, burrowing against his chest to hug him. “You are squeezing me, wife.” Georgianna was, and she could not stop, because too many yearnings were breaking her apart. I want this to be real. And for the first time since her aunt’s constant reminder of procuring a husband, Georgianna thought a gentleman to call her own would be a fine thing indeed. What would it be like to have someone to hold when the nights were cold? Someone to share dreams and fears, joy and woes? Someone whose kiss set her heart and senses aflame? Perhaps a gentleman like you.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Why do you cry?” he asked gruffly. Georgianna placed a light, trembling touch on his jaw. “I…I was frightened just now,” she whispered against his mouth. “So frightened for I did not know how I would have brought Mr. Hayle up to scratch or how I would have healed Lizzie’s crushed heart…and then you came…” The wealth of emotions in her voice made his damn chest ache. “I am your husband. I will always be the rock you need, wife. There is no need to fear.” Something wild and desperate and afraid flashed in her eyes before her lashes fluttered closed. Shards of ice seemed to pierce Daniel’s chest. “Look at me.” Georgianna shook her head, and he leaned his forehead against hers. “I can feel the tension in you…and the fear. What is it?” Georgianna shook her head once again.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Daniel glanced down at his wife. Tension crackled in the space between them. Her hands were clasped before her at her waist, her eyes bright with unshed tears and emotions he could not identify, yet they plucked a chord deep inside his body. The need to comfort and wipe that agony from her eyes twisted through him. “Wife—” he began. She hurtled herself in his arms, slamming her mouth to his in a kiss. He stumbled, but he caught her about the waist, steadying them, while deepening their embrace. Her tongue glided carnally against his, and she cupped the side of his jaw with a tenderness at distinct odds with the tempestuous way they kissed. He couldn’t understand the feelings writhing inside his chest. What the hell is this? That they did not feel familiar told Daniel he had never felt like this for another woman.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“You have a lovely smile and even lovelier laugh.” Georgianna made an obvious effort to collect herself, blushing fiercely. The earl took a step closer, the warmth of him caressing her senses. “Do I not adore you with praises and compliments, wife? Your blushing reaction says I do not; how remiss of me.” A slow, torturous ache rolled through her. “I…” He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Do I not tell you how soft and sensual your skin is to the touch, how much I ache to kiss this lush mouth of yours, lick the pulse that is fluttering madly as we speak at your throat?” You gorgeous, rakish beast.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“She shifted to face him, her eyes wide…and perhaps a bit desperate. “You wish to share my woe?” How appalled and guilty she sounded. “It is my duty.” The rain was starting to increase, her dress turning alarmingly transparent. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “Until your memory has returned…do not worry much about me, please.” An impossible request, but Daniel only asked, “What do you fear?” Her throat worked on a swallow. “I dream of a life that feels like it moves further away the more I try,” she said softly, digging her toes into the earth and pushing the swing. “There are times I feel as if I stumbled through yesterday and today is just as muddled.” Those words cut through him like a knife, and befuddlingly, Daniel wanted to promise her the world. Using his strength, he pushed the swing, allowing them to soar.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“He dipped and brushed the softest of kisses against her mouth. A warm, fluttering sensation filled her belly, startling Georgianna. Oh! His lips on hers was the gentle caress of a butterfly wing, yet she felt destroyed by his tenderness and the assurance in his touch. Her throat ached with emotions she barely understood, and before she could sink into the kiss, the earl lifted his head and walked away. As Georgianna watched him retreat from the kitchen, she realized that not once in the madness of this scheme had she feared her heart or virtue might be in peril with the earl. How foolish she had been. Oh God, I must never allow him too close.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Georgianna ripped off her apron and tossed it into the corner, then marched from the galley, going to the cabin she had left only a few hours ago. She knocked and waited for several moments, frustrated tears burning behind her eyes. The door opened, and the earl framed the doorway. Recognition and an indefinable emotion flashed in the dark beauty of his green eyes, and he emitted a low sound, one of relief and perhaps pleasure. “You’re here,” he said with such satisfaction, she could only stare. “To think I had doubt he would find you.” Georgianna spluttered when he snaked his hand around her waist, tugged her inside the cabin, and claimed her mouth in a kiss that felt wild and hungry and so very desperate. It lasted only for a brief moment, yet the fiery sensations he so quickly and mercilessly evoked shook her. Her nipples immediately felt taut and tender, and there was a tightening low down in her belly. Temptation to lean into his kiss and allow him to have his wicked way with her beat at Georgianna’s senses. “God, the taste of you kept me awake,” he said against the corner of her mouth.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“The following morning, after only a few hours of restless sleep, Georgianna stared at Mr. Burnell as if she had never seen him before. “I beg your pardon?” she whispered, feeling sick. The portly man sighed and fixed his spectacles atop his nose. “Your services are no longer needed for the rest of the journey, Miss Heyford. Please do not allow me to unnecessarily repeat myself.” “I…I am being replaced?” He lifted a brow in evident censure. “You are being fired, by order of the earl.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember

“Who are you? He braced one of his hands over her head and lightly and gently encircled her throat with his other hand, feathering his thumb over her racing pulse. Daniel tipped her chin upward so he could stare into her eyes. “Yes. What kind of bed sport do you like? Do you like being chased…hunted …tossed over my shoulders, then dropped on the bed and tupped hard? Or do you like it tender and deep…a slow, seductive game of cat and mouse? Your pleasure is mine to satiate tonight, so tell me what you want, and I promise it will be yours.”
― Stacy Reid, An Earl to Remember