How to Tame a Wild Rogue Quotes

“Lord Vaughn,” Lorcan said. “Very moving performance. I fair soaked a handkerchief.”
St. John gave a start. He eyed him warily. “Thank you, Mr. St. Leger. I’ve calluses now.”
“Congratulations. If you’re not careful, you’ll have muscles next.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“He’d learned over the years that all deeply selfish men were fundamentally similar.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“He thought about what she’d said the night he’d first kissed her: “Is it muscle . . . or is it scar?”
He began to wonder which one she’d hoped it was.
Muscle implied you could dive back into the fray, stronger than ever, to try again.
Scar suggested nothing, particularly something like love, could get through anymore.

He found he was tensed waiting for the answer.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“Lord Vaughn,” Lorcan said. “Very moving performance. I fair soaked a handkerchief.”

St. John gave a start. He eyed him warily. “Thank you, Mr. St. Leger. I’ve calluses now.”

“Congratulations. If you’re not careful, you’ll have muscles next.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“She did, and beheld an orange. She stared at it as if he’d just handed her the sun. And from the place it sat on her palm a warmth stole through her limbs, fanned out into her entire being, and settled around her heart.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“She wondered how many things she would be willing to do if she were cornered. If self-righteousness was really just the bastion of the comfortable.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“If he’d been able to imagine it, perhaps he could have saved himself from what was to come. A grief that would reshape his life the way a tsunami reshaped a coastline.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“In his presence, unanticipated corners of her character seemed to be unfolding like a secret letter written long ago.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“she echoed with longing, like struck crystal.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“talking to him this morning had been like taking that first bite of an orange. That first sip of black, black coffee. He listened as though she mattered precisely as much as he did. How disorienting this quality was to encounter in a man.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue

“Her hand lay still, momentarily stunned like a bird that had slammed into a window.”
― Julie Anne Long, How to Tame a Wild Rogue