A sixty-eight, he wants you to go down on him, but he won't return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one.

— Lisa Kleypas

Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapeños in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones

— Lisa Kleypas

At first, I wasn’t all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor.” “Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs.” “And then when I was freaking out and couldn’t breathe, he was so…gentle.” Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. “He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice…you know, sort of low and rough around the edges…” “All the Nolan's sound like that,” Justine said reflectively. “Like they’ve got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot.

— Lisa Kleypas

A weak but steady throb lay beneath Key's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

— Lisa Kleypas

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.

— Lisa Kleypas

A woman could do that to you - reach that place in your soul where the best and worst of you was kept. And once she was there, she owned that place and never left.

— Lisa Kleypas

Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands. I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip.“No, the divorce was great,” I said. “It was the marriage that sucked.

— Lisa Kleypas

Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?”“They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired, hopefully.

— Lisa Kleypas

Beatrix wished she were a swooning sort of female. It seemed the only appropriate response to the situation. Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to summon a swoon, her mind remained intractably conscious.

— Lisa Kleypas

Be that as it may, I think someday you'll meet a man worth giving up your independence for.

— Lisa Kleypas