Eloisa James Famous Quotes & Sayings
100 Eloisa James Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
I have always thought, Mr. Bitts, that a hard man is good to find.— Eloisa James
Chess is the most intimate game in the world. It's like making love. By the time we finish our first slow game, I will know all his thoughts.— Eloisa James
He breathed a power brewed from masculinity and intelligence, not from an accident of inheritance.— Eloisa James
I decided that since my curves aren't going to disappear due to gorging on lettuce, I might as well flaunt them. If men like the bovine appeal, as you said, they're certainly going to get it.— Eloisa James
Undoubtedly I will receive letters asking about the coney's kiss. The truth is that I made it up. There are many Renaissance jokes about coneys, or rabbits. The word was associated with women, particularly with their sexual parts, and young men in plays tend to boast of their coney-catching ways. I've never read a joke about a coney's kiss: One has to hope that that doesn't reflect a lack of imagination of [sic] the part of sixteenth-century men.— Eloisa James
[...] But do you know what I have in mind, Kate?'— Eloisa James
She shook her head. 'Devilry, no doubt,' she muttered.
'I'm going to drive you mad,' he said conversationally. 'I'm going to kiss you and tease you and taste you... and leave. And then I'll come back and do the same thing again. And again.
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There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. Pain wrenched her heart. All those skills she had developed so painstakingly as a girl were apparently going to destroy a dream that she'd never had the courage to hold ... 'It's only desire,' she explained, watching his eyes. 'Desire is an artificial thing, created by - by -'— Eloisa James
'By what?'
'By artificial things,' Annabel said obstinately. 'Smiles I practiced, Ewan ... You don't understand how fabricated it all is ... I let my hips sway when I walk, because men like it. You like it.'
'Your hips don't sway naturally?'
'No. Or perhaps they do at this point, but only because I consciously changed my walk when I was younger. But it's all just a facade, put on to inspire desire.' ...
'A game of desire?'
No. A game to get what I wish from men.
Why are girls so mean to each other?— Eloisa James
Fletch took his wife's arm. 'We aren't going to turn anyone out into the cold and dark, are we, Poppy?'— Eloisa James
She looked up at him and said, 'Absolutely, we are. If you pay them double, Fletch, they'll probably be quite grateful.'
He always knew that women were the crueler sex. But there was something slightly unnerved in her voice that he found interesting. Unkind wench. I don't turn people out into the dark. It's coming on to snow.
A small red face ringed in soft black curls looked up at him for one moment, registered that he wasn't the milk-providing parent, and erupted back into a howl. There was no telling Lucia that she was a pebble on the shores of eternity. She was a living, breathing, adorable source of chaos, and he loved her so much that it felt as if his heart were beating outside his body.— Eloisa James
True love cannot be denied," Layla said. "You know that yourself, Betsy, given your sad— Eloisa James
experiences. Life is fleeting and one should gather rosebuds - or is it rainbows? At any rate, one
should get on the stick before it's too late.
She was all that he wanted, all that he had ever wanted, even though he had lost track of that truth for a while. "James,— Eloisa James
Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.— Eloisa James
My duchess," James stated, his eyes sweeping the crowd with the air of a man who has ruled the waves. "She is not a swan, because that would imply she had once been an ugly duckling.— Eloisa James
Toward evening, Harriet found herself thinking the oddest thoughts: that twilight is not really dark. It's gray. The sun gone, the world turns gray, without emotion, without color. It seemed a fitting time for a little girl to slip free of all this pain, to let go.— Eloisa James
I've never been tempted to sleep with the same woman every night myself. Let alone reproduce myself in a leaky, noisy miniature human.— Eloisa James
I'm fat," she blurted out.— Eloisa James
"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 reach 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.
Parisians gasped when Theo paired brown with black- and then found themselves even more shocked when she wore a black corded silk evening gown sewn with amethysts, and later, a purple riding habit with sour-green gloves.— Eloisa James
They gasped... and rushed to imitate.
What the French loved most were Theo's epigrammatic rules. They were collected like precious jewels, and even the poorest shopgirls ripped the lace from their Sunday frocks when she was reported to have remarked, "Wear lace to be baptized. Period.
You never wore that blue gown for a lover?'— Eloisa James
'Absolutely not!' She felt a little indignant at the very idea. 'You think I have a wardrobe just to satisfy my illicit desires? My maid took off its underskirt because she wanted to make sure you found me desirous.
And estranged though they might be, Rees couldn't stand the idea that his wife would be rebuffed at the ball. She was no Cinderella, after all, with a fairy godmother waiting in the wings.— Eloisa James
He would just have to wave his own magic wand. He found himself grinning at that, and decided not to share the joke with Darby.
Oh, I have felt lust. And I've indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.— Eloisa James
Ewan felt a searing stab of guilt. He'd taken an exquisite, laughing young woman away from the London ballrooms that were her natural milieu and reduced her to a tearful, freezing damsel in distress. What's more, he'd taken her virginity, and given her only potatoes to eat. And for what? Due to a quixotic idea that he would alleviate her fear of poverty?— Eloisa James
No. Annabel had accused him of not being honest with himself. The truth of it was that he'd sent his carriages away out of pure, unadulterated lust, no matter how much he would like to dress it up in fancy ideas.
Yes Leopold," Eleanor said in a low, mocking voice. "Do start to shine, please. I think I saw the rising, but I definitely missed the shining.— Eloisa James
Grace had so many complexities, so many layers and feelings, and thoughts ... he would happily spend his life trying to unwrap her.— Eloisa James
Thinking about it, he tore a strip off the hem of her gown.
'What on earth are you going to do with that?'
Without answering, he put a knee forward onto the bed, making certain he knew precisely where she was. The last thing he wanted was to land on her like a felled tree.
It's as if someone knew my innermost desires, and shaped you only for me,— Eloisa James
How can I not think of you as Daisy when your hair is all about your face like the petals of a flower?" He crouched down on his heels before her chair and picked up a thick curl. "It's glossy, like sunshine.— Eloisa James
She'd always thought that a broken heart sounded rather romantic. But in truth it was physical. Her whole chest ached, as if she'd been struck with a knife. With all her witless calculations about how to make a man desire her, she'd never realized that the most important thing was to make him like her. Or even love her. What a fool she was.— Eloisa James
You make it sound as if I hit her. I did nothing to Edie!'— Eloisa James
'Oh? You did nothing? The woman I found in your wake, stripped of all self-repsect, convinced that she was a failure as a mother and a lover: that wasn't your work? Because I think it was!
Sometimes I spend all day in my dressing gown. But if I do dress, I make myself ravishing because then, I feel ravishing.— Eloisa James
Esme Rawlings is as intelligent as she is dissolute.— Eloisa James
No one had ever taught him - and he had never imagined the necessity of learning - how to betray the one person whom you truly cared for in life. The only person who genuinely loved you. How to break that person's heart, whether it be tomorrow, or five years or ten years in the future.— Eloisa James
Sick unto death, I think they call it— Eloisa James
You cannot ask women to marry you whom you barely know.'— Eloisa James
'Why not?' he asked. Compatibility is not something one discovers after five encounters rather than one. One must make an educated guess.'
'That's just it: you know nothing of me!'
'Not so,' he said promptly. Number one, you're Scottish. Number two, you're Scottish. Number three -'
'I can guess,' she said.
'You're beautiful,' he finished, a fleeting smile crossing his face.
There was laughter in his eyes now, competing with a dissolute, and altogether enthusiastic, invitation to pleasure.— Eloisa James
In one swift gesture he turned her hand over and pressed a burning kiss on her palm, a touch so fast she didn't see it, though her hand curled instinctively, as if to protect the kiss itself.
I saw the way Rathbone looked at you," he said, taking a little nip at the delicate curve of her ear.— Eloisa James
She gave a little squeak, so he did it again, feeling the tremor that ran through her body.
"He wants you. I saw the way you were laughing together. He was seeing you for the first time, the way I did."
"Amazing how many blind men there are in London," she said.
The horse's head whipped up and he reared straight into the air.— Eloisa James
Colin ignored him and poured the oats. 'You look as if you're trying to fly,' he told the animal. 'I believe I'll name you after my former ship, the /Daedalus/. The ship was named after a Greek man who flew too close to the sun for comfort, but made it back to earth.
Here, drink your liqueur," Henry said, tossing back her drink. "I carry it with me everywhere because it's the only kind of drink that Leo doesn't like, so there's a chance I'll still have some tomorrow.— Eloisa James
It was blue. All of it: rugs, hangings, curtains ... 'This room looks as if someone vomited the sky,' Layla said.— Eloisa James
And her palace,' Simeon said dreamily. 'You can hardly imagine, Isidore. It's made entirely of pink marble, and it looks over the banks of a huge rain plain. Sometimes the plain fills with white flowers, thousands and thousands of them. If there's rain, the plain forms a great blue mirror to the sky.— Eloisa James
Dignity, virtue, affability, and bearing," Mrs. Lytton recited over and over, turning it into a nursery rhyme.— Eloisa James
Georgiana would glance at the glass, checking her dignified bearing and affable expression.
Olivia would sing back to her mother: "Debility, vanity, absurdity, and ... brainlessness!
Bea had to admit that the landscape was rather pretty, with all those sparkling drops hanging off branches (waiting to destroy one's clothing, but one mustn't be squeamish about it). And the birds were singing, and so forth. She even saw a yellow flower that was rather nice, although mud-splattered.— Eloisa James
"Look!" she said, trying to be friendly. 'A daffodil!'
'Yellow celandine,' her companion said curtly.
After that, Bea gave up the effort of conversation and just tramped along.
A pearl button skipped and hopped across the floor, creating a counterpoint to the splatters of rain hitting the windows.— Eloisa James
He had told her that he would never care deeply for her, that he was incapable of strong feelings. Tess would - would /spit/ before she believed that nonsense.— Eloisa James
When Lady Rawlings first demanded to nurse her baby, she had been repulsed, certainly. The very idea of allowing a child to munch from one's private parts was instinctively revolting. But then she had been in the nursery yesterday while Esme nursed William, and it was hard to reconcile that experience with her own repulsion.— Eloisa James
I don't know why you're crying, Count. I lost closer friends than you when I was deloused!— Eloisa James
They continued on to London, and she's there, safe and sound, waiting for you.'— Eloisa James
'You can't know for sure.' Piers swung up into the carriage.
'You will never know for sure if she's dead or alive unless you keep her near you all the time,' Sebastian said with perfect, if maddening, accuracy.
Gabby seemed to have made up her mind. 'I certainly wish I could help you, Lord Breksby,' she cooed, tilting her head to the side.— Eloisa James
Quill watched cynically from the other side of the room as Breksby melted in front of his eyes. At least he wasn't alone in being bowled over by Miss Gabrielle Jerningham. Although he rather thought he, Quill, hadn't been lied to yet. If so, he reminded himself, it was only a matter of time.
Discretion is a synonym for intelligence.— Eloisa James
One night she got into an argument with one of the scientists about the recent discovery of a new planet called Uranus [ ... ] 'What did he really do? The man spends his time stargazing, that's all. And now he's elected a fellow of the Royal Society! For nothing. You know, Sir Giles [ ... ] Sir Giles identified the genus of the Purple Swamphen. Now that's a good reason to become a Fellow. This man just looks at the sky and notices a star. Bah!'— Eloisa James
'But we need to map the night sky,' Harriet said. 'We have to understand our world. And stars are no different than wings on a butterfly, to me.
He couldn't imagine how he had lived without her for seven years. She was like sunlight. Like food and drink. He— Eloisa James
Don't you dare call me Grissie, you - you - degenerate! I have no idea what happened between you and Helene Godwin last night, but I can only assume that she sent you packing. And for you to turn from practically panting at the mere mention of her name - because you were, Garret, you know you were - to spreading vile rumors about her is low! Low and unworthy of you!'— Eloisa James
'She lied to me,' Mayne forced out, walking to the mantelpiece.
'Wait!' his sister said contemptuously. 'Do I hear the sound of violins wailing? So you've never lied, is that it? You - who've made a name for yourself by sleeping with half the married women in London? You dare reproach a woman for lying?
She counted the seconds with the beats of her heart.— Eloisa James
Beautiful girls in fairy stories are as common as pebbles on the beach. Magnolia-skinned milkmaids rub shoulders with starry-eyed princesses and, in fact, counting two eyes in each bright-eyed damsel would result in a whole galaxy of twinkling stars.— Eloisa James
A stale mind is the devil's breadbox.— Eloisa James
you're delicious and the right man will adore every curve.— Eloisa James
I would like, just once, for a woman to see me as other than a person with a coronet. Simply as a man, no different than other men.— Eloisa James
Last night I asked Alessandro if he ever lies in bed and thinks about chocolate - say, about the way dark chocolate feels in your mouth, or how different it is when spiked with orange peel. He said no. Then he said that the only time he thinks about food in bed is when he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants steak. Somewhere in that clash lies a profound truth about the difference between the sexes.— Eloisa James
I very much regret to tell you that our piglet will not be able to attend, as he made good his escape while we were otherwise occupied.— Eloisa James
Give me one last time," he begged. "Please, please. I beg you." "I - " She stopped and started again. "I'm afraid, Gabriel. You'll break my heart." "Mine is already broken.— Eloisa James
Will Peter be joining us for tea, do you think?'— Eloisa James
'I doubt it. Peter rarely returns home before late in the evening.'
'Oh.'
Quill felt as if he had told a baby chick that his favorite dish was roast fowl.
That sleepy, sensual smile of hers ought to be outlawed. It said— Eloisa James
everything, without saying anything.
From the Earl of Hellgate's Memoirs, Chapter the Twenty-Sixth— Eloisa James
I realized then that I had mistaken the nature of love. Love has nothing to do with desire; it's the quest for the divine, found on earth. It's finding a woman whose soul preserves a shard of heaven, and worshipping her ... worshipping at her feet. I was a new man.
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
Annabel pointed out. "I don't think any of us doubted our marriageability." "My new governess, Miss Flecknoe, would say that was an utterly improper comment," Josie commented, raising her eyes from her book. "I can say that without hesitation because Miss Flecknoe finds any realistic assessment of relations between men and women improper.— Eloisa James
It was also bitterly true that a person who doesn't want you is twice as desirable.— Eloisa James
You're the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.— Eloisa James
My wife is a lovely, intelligent woman. She has the kind of curves that a man longs to find in his bed. I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded." To his total astonishment, he discovered that he meant every word.— Eloisa James
former estate that is now a public park sporting Florence's biggest— Eloisa James
You could seduce a saint with that smile.— Eloisa James
She's elegant," Olivia stated. "I would kill to have her figure."— Eloisa James
"Really?"
"Of course. I have always wished to look precisely like her. Though obviously, not enough to avoid food," she added.
"That's madness. You have everything she doesn't."
Olivia opened her mouth, ready to argue.
"Everything she hasn't."
She frowned at him.
"Including me.
Bucknell joined their family, editing her— Eloisa James
chaise longue and slowly pulled on a stocking. Her body twinged— Eloisa James
Dogs are high on life. Cats need catnip.— Eloisa James
Diana? Isn't she the goddess who hated men?'— Eloisa James
He considered. 'I think of her as the goddess who tempted men by bathing outdoors, and turned them into animal life if they succumbed to the lure of bare flesh.
The fabric of Lady Islay's gown certainly cost as much as Claribel's entire quarterly allowance. It was a pearly silk taffeta shot with threads of silver. Her breasts were scarcely covered, and from there the gown fell straight to the ground in a hauntingly beautiful sweep of cloth.— Eloisa James
The pink brought out the color of her hair- burnt amber enticed with brandy and buttercup. If only she had left it free around her face and perhaps created some charming curls! Claribel made up her mind to tell her privately about the newest curling irons. She herself had lovely corkscrew curls bobbing next to her ears.
One more time, she promised herself. That wasn't too trollopy. She wouldn't be too trollopy.— Eloisa James
But when they actually got to the guardhouse?
Trollopy.
I get most of my inspiration from two places: my own life, and reading. I read widely - in my genre (romance), and in all sorts of different genres, from urban fantasy to literature. Then there's your own life. Romance is a fantasy genre, but if the rock core of your characters doesn't come from your own life, from emotions you know intimately, the book won't fly. I don't mean you have to be married to Casanova - I mean that a heroine will feel genuine to readers if she shares some of your fears or triumphs. Craft the emotional part of the plot from truths you learned from your own life, from watching your friends' lives, or from reading books.— Eloisa James
He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all.— Eloisa James
In fact, you should take a nap this afternoon, because there won't be much sleep tonight. I— Eloisa James
mean to have you every way I can. I mean to intoxicate you and torment you so that you know precisely
how I feel about you." His finger trailed down her cheek and tipped up her chin.
"Don't mistake what is going to happen tonight." His voice was sinful, dark and hoarse. "You will never
forget the imprint of my skin after tonight, Esme. Waste your life chitchatting with ladies in lace caps.
Raise your child with the help of your precious Sewing Circle. But in the middle of all those lonely nights,
you will never, ever, forget the night that lies ahead of us.
He put his feet down into the little puddle she'd chosen. They were huge next to hers, and they both stared for a moment. Then he moved in one smooth motion to her rock. // "What are you doing?" she gasped, just like the heroine in a bad play.— Eloisa James
Cam was filled with the rage of a man unable to rescue his lady, even though she was only debatably in danger.— Eloisa James
I suppose this is your way of telling me that you are outrageously happy?'— Eloisa James
Quill nodded. 'Of course.'
'Living with you is an act of interpretation, do you know that?'
'Living with you is ... bliss. Did you know that?
So our chess game begins tonight, Duchess. At eleven o'clock. I will give you one hour to try to win, blindfolded or no." His teeth showed very white when he smiled. "And then I shall win."— Eloisa James
Jemma sniffed and turned up her nose. "Pride goeth before a fall, Duke."
"You will fall before me," he said, his smile a blatant challenge. "Backwards.
The boy in me will always love you," he said, disarming her with a smile. "The man I am doesn't know you yet." And now there was a look in his eyes that she recognized, that resonated deep within her.— Eloisa James
thirty is a watershed year for men. If they're going to develop intelligence, they do it around then, and if they don't, it's too late. So you mustn't hanker after men in their twenties.— Eloisa James
A pungent smell of manure blew in the window. "The odor of these Scottish wildflowers is astonishing," Edie said,— Eloisa James
She was the only one who argued with Grace. 'He's not a good choice for you,' she insisted. 'He respects you too much.'— Eloisa James
'Respect is good,' Grace said, thinking of how Colin slighted her letters. 'I want respect.'
'It's not enough.'
'He loves me!'
Not the right way.'
Finally Grace turned on her sister in a rage. 'Don't you see, Lily? Must you make me say this aloud? No one will ever love me in the /right/ way, not in that feverish way that men fall in love with you. I'm not that sort of woman!'
Lily cried, and Grace ended up crying, too.
There was some rustling as the gown was cast over the soprano's shoulders, or so Lina assumed, and then the alto and Madame Rocque started cooing.— Eloisa James
But the soprano cut through it decisively. 'I look like an orange without its rind,' she said firmly.
Nothing I do is princely since I met you— Eloisa James
She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The air smelled sweet, and the sun was shining. A blackthorn tree in the garden had already bloomed and was scattering seeds everywhere, like a child feeding birds in a dizzying circle.— Eloisa James
After a hard day in the fields, his men would strip naked and plunge into the bitterly cold loch, he among them. Even at eighteen, he could see his ancestors had bequeathed him more than a castle.— Eloisa James
The sky was a high, pale blue, like faded linen hung in the sun ... Under the alders were bluebells, dark blue, blue flowers hanging their little heads from the beauty of their blossoms.— Eloisa James
Let go of the anger, hang on to the good lessons.— Eloisa James
I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.— Eloisa James
The only part of the evening I really enjoyed was when Lord Pomtinius told me a limerick about an adulterous abbot."— Eloisa James
"Don't you dare repeat it!" her sister ordered. Georgiana had never shown the faintest wish to rebel against the rules of propriety. She loved and lived by them.
"There once was an adulterous abbot," Olivia teased, "as randy-"
Georgiana slapped her hands over her ears. "I can't believe he told you such a thing! Father would be furious if he knew."
"Lord Pomtinius was in his cups," Olivia said. "Besides, he's ninety-six and he doesn't care about decorum any longer. Just a laugh, now and then."
"It doesn't even make sense. An adulterous abbot? How can an abbot be adulterous? They don't even marry."
"Let me know if you want to hear the whole verse," Olivia said. "It ends with talk of nuns, so I believe the word was being used loosely.
I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.— Eloisa James
I was thinking the other day that his life reminds me of throwing a piece of bread into a stream and watching a whole flock of little minnows come up and start nibbling at it.— Eloisa James
It look as if Kate was saying goodbye to Henry and Leo, but that couldn't be. She couldn't be leaving... he had to see her tomorrow morning, see her one more time.— Eloisa James
She gave a sigh and turned to meet Rafe's sardonic glance.— Eloisa James
"He's not for you," Rafe said, leaning close to her.
"I can't think what you mean," Imogen said loftily, accepting a glass of lemonade from Brinkley.
"You know precisely what I mean, you little witch," Rafe said, and there wasn't even a gleam of amusement in his eyes. "You mean to have him, don't you? I've seen that look in your eyes before. That look has had you in trouble before.
He shifted his weight, and she saw he was leaning on a cane. It was hard to reconcile this infirmity with the muscled brute he appeared to be, but of course there was no way that strength could compensate for a partially missing limb.— Eloisa James
