I'm fat," she blurted out. "You are not fat. You're the most beautiful, voluptuous woman I know." His eyes moved down her body, deliberately, slowly, then back up to her face. What she saw in them sent fire squirming through her stomach and lower." I want every inch of you," he said, growling it. "I want to fall on my knees and worship at your hips." He reaches out, shaped her curves from breast to hips with a burning sweep of his hand that a man was allowed to give only his wife.

— Eloisa James

I need to work on developing a new, less irritable personality. Though I suspect that an empty nest would be at least a partial cure, today I resorted to substance abuse.

— Eloisa James

It was awful, this love.

— Eloisa James

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.

— Eloisa James

Marry me, Esmé. Please. Honor me. I will honor you as your husband never did. Our marriage would be a remedy against sin, if anyone could ever call it a sin to love you.” Sebastian Bennington to Esmé Rawling's

— Eloisa James

Mr. Cope...' Poly began. Jem narrowed his eyes.' The lad has a remarkably innocent face.'' Innocence is a time of life, not an irrevocable blot.

— Eloisa James

Nathan looked perplexed. 'My mum always said I'm named after a saint, not an illness.'' Which one?'' Well he had his head chopped off, see? And then he picked it up and carried it down the road a time. All the way back home, I think.'' Messy,' Piers said. 'Not to mention unlikely, though one has to think of chickens and their post-mortal abilities. Did she think that you would inherit the same gift?' Neythen blinked. 'No, my lord.'' Perhaps she was just hopeful. It behooves mothers to look ahead to this sort of possibility, after all. I'm tempted to behead you just to see if she was right. Sometimes the most unlikely superstitions turn out to have a basis in fact.

— Eloisa James

Oh, I have felt lust. And I've indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.

— Eloisa James

Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Nathan, my lord.'' Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandy's, your son has contracted Nathan and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandy's would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.

— Eloisa James

Quin reached out, spun her back to him, and pulled her into his arms, held her tight, so tight that she could hardly breathe. "I need you," he said, low and fierce, into her hair. "Oh, G-d, Olivia, how did I ever live without you?" She reached up, pulled his face down to hers. "I'm yours, for good or ill." There was a little click as the door to the ballroom closed, but Olivia paid no mind. "You're the missing piece of me," Quin said. "You make me feel.

— Eloisa James