We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.

— Tessa Dare

What if I told you I know the risks, and I'm willing to take my chances?"" It wouldn't change a thing. Those walls, as you call them. . . They're a part of me now, and they are iron strong." He lifted a hand to her face, skimming his thumb over her lower lip. "Even if I wished to, I wouldn't know how to dismantle them."" I know," she said quietly. "I know." She wreathed her arms around his neck. "That's why you need me. I'm going to burn them to the ground.

— Tessa Dare

What to make of this man? He was proper. He was passionate. Furthermore, he had the public demeanor of an iceberg, but he kissed her as if she were his oasis in a vast, arid d

— Tessa Dare

Why did men have to ruin everything? The answer was simple, she supposed—because foolish women gave them the chance

— Tessa Dare

Why must this be so mortifying? Oh, that's right. Because it's my life.

— Tessa Dare

You don't want me to feel obligated? Well, I'm sorry, Lily. I am here because I feel obligated." He brought her hand to his chest, pressing her palm flat against his rapidly thumping pulse. "I'm obligated by my heart. It'decided you're essential to my existence, you see. And it's threatening to go out on labor strike if I don't make you mine this very day. So yes. I am here on bended knee, acting from a deep, undeniable sense of obligation. I am, quite simply, yours." He swallowed hard. "If you'll have me.

— Tessa Dare

Your breasts are alabaster orbs.' "What?" Rufus objected. "That's stupid. I'm not saying that." "Do you have some better suggestion?" "Why can't you just say she's got a fair set of titties?

— Tessa Dare

You’re a grown woman, and a clever one. I believe you understand the situation. And I’m going to trust that you know your own mind.

— Tessa Dare

You're an intensely attractive woman. You do know that, don't you?" To her silence, he replied, "You'd believe me if you could see your

— Tessa Dare

You’re hurt.”“No. No, I’m fine. It’s not blood. The militiamen were adjusting Sir Lewis’s trebuchet, and there was a mishap. You took a melon for me.” She smiled, even though her lips trembled.

— Tessa Dare