“Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.”
Tessa Dare“No, Susanna, " he said. "I cannot love you just a little. If that's what you want, you must find a different man." His green eyes were breathtaking in their intensity. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. "Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul.”
Tessa Dare, A Night to Surrender“No, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence.”
Tessa Dare, A Night to Surrender“I don't care who he is. He needs to disappear." Ransom turned and called out the window. "For the love of G-d man. I have England's sweetheart bent over the desk and panting for me. Go away and come back tomorrow.”
Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke“Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff.”
Tessa Dare“Have you been kissed before?” “I don’t know whether to say yes or no. Which answer will make you do it again?” “Oh, I’m going to do it again.” His thumb stroked her cheek. “Just wanted to know how slow to take things.” “A little faster would be fine.”
Tessa Dare, Beauty and the Blacksmith“I never thought Greek philosophy could make a damn bit of sense to me. And most of it didn't, but those words just seemed right. 'Love is composed of a single soul, inhabiting two bodies.'" He took her by the shoulders drawing her close. "It rang true for me, in a way nothing else did. Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if...every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back.”
Tessa Dare, A Lady by Midnight“Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.”
Tessa Dare, A Lady by Midnight“Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.”
Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke“It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain - the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched. Little potbellied drunkards, those summer raindrops, chortling on their way to earth and crashing open with glee.”
Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke“A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.”
Tessa Dare, A Week to Be Wicked