Sarah M. Eden Quotes

Adam Boyce, are you teasing me?" She hoped her shock sounded feigned enough to not offend him. She'd more than once seen Adam close up after what he perceived as a criticism. "I never tease.

You wish to take me on a tour?" Katie didn't mean to become attached to the place, but finding a few reasons to like the town would be nice. "A small tour," Tavish said. "And maybe a wee bit of gazing into each other's eyes and whispering sweet nothings." She skewered him with a look of scolding rebuke, one he couldn't possibly mistake for encouragement. "Absolutely not." He didn't look the least surprised. Indeed, he looked even more amused than before. "Perhaps we'll just keep to the tour for now," he said. "What say you?

You will, once again, have to save me from myself. You have done that, you know." "Saved you?" "My Persephone," he whispered in her ear. "Do you know I would have come for you no matter how far you'd gone?" "Hades always came for Persephone," she echoed his earlier explanation. He lightly kissed her again. "And she always returned home." "Always," Persephone repeated. "Always.

Would you rather I not be part of your life, Katie? Even suggesting it made him uneasy. What would he do if she said she wanted him gone? His heart had been set on Katie almost from the first moment they met.

Time had come to formulate a reason to abandon the gardens and leave Miss Bower to leech onto some other gentleman, preferably one who had a certain fondness for parasites.

When a person is dying inside, she doesn't need a jester." Biddy set the bandages in his hands. "She needs a champion.

The tiny Miss Bentford turned her head quickly, looking at Corbin out of the corner of her eye. The two of them played a game each Sunday. Corbin could not recall how it had begun, but he looked forward to it every week. Little Miss Bentford looked at him again, not quite as quickly. Corbin smiled at her, and she turned her head forward once more. Three more times she looked back, and each time, Corbin managed to look surprised to find her looking at him. The third time, the little girl began to giggle. Corbin laid his finger against his lips, reminding her to be quiet in church. She bit her lip and nodded, but her eyes danced with mirth. Corbin smiled, thoroughly pleased.

Ah, you're an Irish lass." "As are you." His smile tipped and laughter twinkled in his eyes. "Not a lass, exactly, but Irish-born, for sure." Wasn't that just like a man. Knew exactly what she meant and yet turned her words about. "You know full well I didn't mean you were a lass." "Didn't you now?

Edmund would miss him, if no one else. And there hadn't been a single brown-haired little girl to play peekaboo with during church or an emerald-eyed beauty to watch from a distance. And he lived for the brief glimpses he had of Clara. Sweet, beautiful, loving Clara.

All of us are broken in some way, Miriam. How we respond to our troubles, the strength we show in our trials, is far more telling than any imperfection.

I have no desire to spend every night of the next few months at balls and soirees or drowning in tea with morning callers.

I cannot help but find it telling that she successfully felled two grown men in a single day." Mater's eyes slid to Corbin's bruised face. "If I had to guess, I would say she has experience defending herself physically against men. Not a very comforting thought.

You are a cad,' he told himself. 'A cur. A bounder. A scoundrel. A ... human thesaurus.

Tavish could tell he was being sized up. And by the narrowing of Joseph's eyes, he recognized Tavish's intent as well. They stood, eyeing one another for several long and silent moments. Tavish had not intended to pursue Katie in the least. Now, it seemed, he had a rival. Joseph Archer was infuriatingly difficult to read. Was it confidence that kept him so at ease? Joseph did have the advantage. Katie lived in his house. He could see her, talk to her every day. Joseph was wealthy, with the air of class and money about him. Tavish had none of those things. And though Katie had warmed to him a bit, he didn't yet feel she'd entirely shed her wariness of him.

You're a tough one, Katie Macauley. But I mean to talk you round to enduring me at the least. Take a ride with me. I'll be a perfect gentleman, my word of honor." An afternoon away from her endless list of chores would be nice. But only if Tavish behaved himself. "A perfect gentleman?" The devilishly handsome grin he produced was not terribly reassuring, yet there was sincerity in his eyes. "You'll hardly recognize me I'll be so well behaved.

Authors are sick people.

That right there, Katie, is proof to me that he'll make you happy. And that is what I want most for you." "You are a good man, Tavish O'Connor.

You tell me to trust you, but I don't know that I can. I don't know anything about you, Adam. I have no idea what kind of man you are. And that . . . that frightens me." "I frighten you?

Survival required a certain degree of stubbornness.

I love Mister." Corbin kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Alice." "And Ebum?" "Yes, dear." Corbin looked over at Edmund, who watched him intently. "I love Edmund too." Edmund smiled. Corbin motioned him over. Edmund climbed onto his lap beside Alice and buried his face in Corbin's lapel. "Love Mama?" Alice continued her questioning. "Yes," Corbin whispered. "Especially Mama.

I have found that sometimes a person is the last to know when she is in love. One's heart does not always share it's secrets with one's mind.

Hope is sometimes a fickle thing, my dear." The endearment felt painful when spoken as part of such a heartbreaking conversation. "We hang on to it because we need to, even when there really is no point.

The legal profession is notorious for complicating the simples of things.

Alice, dear." She was still crying in his arms. "We are going back to my house. Will you let Jason hold you?" "Is Jason bad?" Alice asked, her words broken by her continued sobs. "No. I promise you he is not bad. He is my brother." Alice nodded and sniffled. Her trust touched him, especially in light of all he'd just seen. He handed Alice over to Jason, hoping their resemblance would put her at ease. She went willingly, though her tears continued.

Could it be you've missed me, Sweet Katie?" "Not at all." "Not at all?" She shook her head. He matched the movement precisely. After a moment, Katie was fighting a smile. "Perhaps a wee little bit.

There is a reason ladies swoon over rogues. They are dominant personalities," Jason said. "And they fall for soldiers because of the powerful image they put out.