53 Quotes & Sayings By Elizabeth Hoyt

He had no money or influence here. The clothes on his back were ragged, his moccasins were worn, and he was skeletally thin from lack of food and walking. But he would sail on a ship bound for England even if he had to scrub the decks to pay his way. He was Reynaud St. Aubyn, the Viscount of Hope, and by God or the devil, he was going home. Elizabeth Hoyt

She stood, a little unsteadily, true, but on her own two feet. “It’s not my blindness that cripples me, it’s everyone else deciding I can’t live because of my blindness. If I stumble, if I run into things and fall and hurt myself it’s because I can and I’m free to do so, Maximus. Because without that freedom I’m just a dull, chained thing and I won’t be that woman anymore. I simply won’t, Maximus. Elizabeth Hoyt

If I'm good enough to bed, surely I'm good enough to wed. Elizabeth Hoyt

I won’t marry you, ” she repeated.“ Why not? You were eager enough to fuck me.” Anna winced. “I do wish you would stop using that word.” Edward swung around and assumed a hideously sarcastic expression. “Would you prefer swive? Tup? Dance the buttock jig? Elizabeth Hoyt

Holding her gaze, he sheathed his short sword and pulled the gauntlet off his left hand with his teeth. He held out his bare hand t Elizabeth Hoyt

Why?” he whispered as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. “Why must ye be the one that haunts me dreams? I’ve seen ye weepin’ night after bloody night since the day I sent ye from me palace with yer dress half undone. If I had it to do over again, I’d cut me own right hand off rather than hurt ye so. Will ye never be able to forgive me, Silence love?”“ I already have, ” she replied, cradling his cheek in her hand. “Long, long ago. Elizabeth Hoyt

He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, “I may not have the right, Silence, me love, ” he drawled so soft she nearly didn’t catch the words. “But I would’ve listened to ye. I would’ve believed ye. Elizabeth Hoyt

Will ye come with me?” he whispered. And she answered without hesitation. “Yes, please. Elizabeth Hoyt

He grunted and stirred, withdrawing from her. She only had a moment to be disappointed and then he flipped her to her back and rose over her, powerful and male. He casually parted her legs with his knees and thrust into her again, hot and hard. She gasped at the swift invasion, the lovely feeling, and then his face was next to hers, his big palms cradling her cheeks.“ What I want, ” he drawled, “is ye. Nothin’ else. Elizabeth Hoyt

She swallowed, watching as the servants and Harry and Bert trooped out of the room. Lad, apparently not the brightest dog in the world, sat down next to Mickey O’Connor and leaned against his leg. Mr. O’Connor looked at the dog, looked at the damp spot growing on his breeches where the dog was leaning, and sighed. “I find me life is not as quiet as it used to be afore ye came to me palace, Mrs. Hollingbrook.”Silence lifted her chin. “You’re a pirate, Mr. O’Connor. I cannot believe your life was ever very quiet.” He gave her an ironic look. “Aye, amazin’, isn’t it? Yet since yer arrival me servants no longer obey me and I return home to find me kitchen flooded.” He crossed to a cupboard and took down a china teapot, a tin of tea, and a teacup. “And me dog smells like a whorehouse.” Silence glanced guiltily at Lad. “The only soap we could find was rose scented. Elizabeth Hoyt

She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream and his release caught him, hard and fast as he kissed her openmouthed. He tore his mouth from hers and shouted his triumph. She was his, now and forevermore, until the end of time, until the seas ran dry and man no longer roamed the earth, amen. His and only his. She slumped against him, the scent of their passion musky in the night air.“ Sleep, ” he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his cock still buried deep. She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go. Elizabeth Hoyt

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself. Elizabeth Hoyt

Humph.” She peered down suspiciously as he parted the leaves to reveal the choke. “That doesn’t look very tasty.”“ That’s because it isn’t, ” he said. “Pay heed: the artichoke is a shy vegetable. She covers herself in spine-tipped leaves that must be carefully peeled away, and underneath shields her treasure with a barricade o’ soft needles. They must be tenderly, but firmly, scraped aside. Ye must be bold, for if yer not, she’ll never reveal her soft heart.” He finished cutting away the thistles and placed the small, tender heart on the center of her plate. She wrinkled her nose. “That’s it? But it’s so small.”“ Ah, and d’ye judge a thing solely upon size alone?” She made a choking sound. Elizabeth Hoyt

The butterfly startled at Mary’s gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine. Silence watched it, enthralled, and then her eyes met Michael’s.A corner of his mouth cocked up. “Welcome home, m’love. Elizabeth Hoyt

There, there, sweetin’, ” he murmured into her hair.“ He loved me, he truly did, ” she gasped.“ I know he did, ” Michael said.“ And I loved him.”“ Mm-hmm.” She raised her head, glaring angrily. “You don’t even believe in love. Why are you agreeing with me?” He laughed.“ Because”–he leaned down and licked at the tears on her cheeks, his lips brushing softly against her sensitive skin as he spoke, “ye’ve bewitched and bespelled me, my sweet Silence, didn’t ye know? I’ll agree that the sky is pink, that the moon is made o’ marzipan and sugared raisins, and that mermaids swim the muddy waters o’ the Thames, if ye’ll only stop weepin’. Me chest breaks apart and gapes wide open when I see tears in yer pretty eyes. Me lungs, me liver, and me heart cannot stand to be thus exposed.” She stopped breathing. She simply inhaled and stopped, looking at him in wonder. His lips were quirked in a mocking smile, but his eyes–his fathomless black eyes–seemed to hold a great pain as if his strong chest really had been split open. . Elizabeth Hoyt

What, ” came a deep male voice, “is this?” Silence froze, her hand still outstretched, clutching a damp, dirty cloth. Oh, dear Lord. Slowly she raised her eyes and found herself face-to-thighs with Mickey O’Connor’s extremely tight breeches. Elizabeth Hoyt

At her gesture Michael cursed and caught her hand, falling suddenly atop her. She stared up at him wondering what bedchamber faux pas she’d committed. He groaned at her look. “I’ll let ye pet and play all ye want–after. Now I need”–he pushed her chemise to her waist, parted her thighs, and settled between them–“to be inside ye. Elizabeth Hoyt

Silence rose and crossed to the connecting door and knocked. The door was opened almost at once. Michael leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, a wicked smile playing about his sensuous lips. He was so very big this close–every time it surprised her and made her breathless. “Well, now, and when did ye decide to start knockin’ at me door?” Silence fought to keep her face from flaming as she remembered the last time she’d peeked through Michael’s door. She swallowed. “We’re bored.”“ Is that so?” Michael glanced down. Silence followed his gaze and saw that Mary had crawled over to investigate. The baby grabbed a handful of her skirt and stood up. She kept one hand on Silence’s skirt and popped two fingers from the other into her mouth as she stared solemnly at Michael.“She looks a rare treat, ” Michael said softly, watching the toddler. Silence smiled down at Mary. “She does indeed.” She glanced up and her heart squeezed at the gentle look on Michael’s face. As if she understood she was the subject of conversation, Mary lifted her arms–to Michael. “Up! ”Michael arched an eyebrow. “Mouthy little thing, ain’t she?” But he bent and lifted the toddler. Elizabeth Hoyt

Silence cleared her throat, fearful her voice would come out a croak. “Is she asleep?” He blinked as if he, too, were waking from a dream, and glanced down at Mary Darling. “Aye, I’m a-thinkin’ she is–she’s stopped fussin’ at me.” Silence felt a huge smile of relief spread over her face. “She was fussing? Oh, how wonderful! ” He shot her a look, one eyebrow arching. “Ye’ve taught the child to bully me, too, now?”“ Oh, no, ” she said hastily, embarrassed. Did he really think she bullied him? What a silly notion! . Elizabeth Hoyt

Will ye be wantin’ this now, madam?”“ Yes, please, ” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind. Elizabeth Hoyt

As I said, I don’t expect you to understand–”“ And I don’t, ” he cut in. “Ye ask how I can live a life that I know will end with the hangman’s noose. Well, at least I am alive. Ye might as well have climbed inside yer husband’s coffin and let yerself be buried with his corpse.” Her hand flashed out before she’d thought about it, the smack against his cheek loud in the little courtyard. Silence had her eyes locked with Michael’s, her chest rising and falling swiftly, but she was aware that Bert and Harry had looked up. Even Mary and Lad had paused in their play. Without taking his gaze from hers, Michael reached out and grasped her hand. He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed the center of her palm. He looked at her, her hand still at his lips. “Don’t take to yer grave afore yer time, Silence, m’love. . Elizabeth Hoyt

I must be getting back to my rooms, ” Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. “Why?”“Because of Mary Darling.”He shrugged. “One o’ the maids is watchin’ her.”“ But if Mary wakes she’ll want me.”“ Why?” he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn’t to his fancy, but sparring with her was.“ Because, ” she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, “she’s only a baby and she loves me.”“ Babies, ” Mick pronounced, “are a great trouble.” She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door. Elizabeth Hoyt

He sat and looked at her. “How is Mary Darling?”“Fast asleep after playing and having a bath, ” she said. “The nursery is lovely.”“ I’m glad you like it.”“ Rose and Annie are obviously practiced nursemaids, and what is even better, they seem to like Mary, and she them.” He grunted. “It would take a hard heart to turn away from my Mary Darling.”A smile curved the corners of her lips. “You didn’t seem too enamored of her when you first met.”“ She has a forceful personality, as do I. We just took a bit to get to know one another. Elizabeth Hoyt

For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move. And then she realized that the angel’s song hadn’t stopped on her waking. Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming from the half-open door to Mickey O’Connor’s room. Elizabeth Hoyt

She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr. O’Connor’s voice. Why should a man already devilishly handsome also have a voice that could charm birds from the sky? It simply wasn’t fair. Elizabeth Hoyt

But Sir Alistair’s gaze was different. Those other men had looked at her with lust or speculation or crass curiosity, but they hadn’t been looking at her really. They’d been looking at what she represented to them: physical love or a valuable prize or an object to be gawked at. When Sir Alistair stared at her, well, he was looking at her. Elizabeth Hoyt

When you’ve tired of me, ” she said softly, precisely, “Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me.”“ I’ll never tire of you, ” he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth.“ Then prove it.” He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled and died.. he’d been on the rack too long for a penance he wasn’t sure he could ever entirely pay. “You know…” His voice was hoarse, the croaking of a dying man. He licked his lips. “You know why I cannot. . Elizabeth Hoyt

There's something about her, " Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her. Elizabeth Hoyt

It was a strange thing, this feeling of empathy. He'd never experienced it before. He realized that what hurt this woman hurt him as well, that what made her bleed caused a hemorrhage of pain within his soul. Elizabeth Hoyt

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart. Elizabeth Hoyt

Temperance Dews stood with quiet confidence, a respectable women who lived in the sewer that was St. Giles. Her eyes had widened at the sight of Lazarus, but she made no move to flee. Indeed, finding a strange man in her pathetic sitting room seemed not to frighten her at all. Interesting.“ I am Lazarus Huntington, Lord Caire, ” he said.“ I know. What are you doing here?” He tilted his head, studying her. She knew him, yet did not recoil in horror? Yes, she’d do quite well. “I’ve come to make a proposition to you, Mrs. Dews.”Still no sign of fear, though she eyed the doorway. “You’ve chosen the wrong woman, my lord. The night is late. Please leave my house.” No fear and no deference to his rank. An interesting woman indeed.“ My proposition is not, er, illicit in nature, ” he drawled. “In fact, it’s quite respectable. Or nearly so.” She sighed, looked down at her tray, and then back up at him. “Would you like a cup of tea?” He almost smiled. Tea? When had he last been offered something so very prosaic by a woman? He couldn’t remember. But he replied gravely enough. “Thank you, no.” She nodded. “Then if you don’t mind?” He waved a hand to indicate permission. She set the tea tray on the wretched little table and sat on the padded footstool to pour herself a cup. He watched her. She was a monochromatic study. Her dress, bodice, hose, and shoes were all flat black. A fichu tucked in at her severe neckline, an apron, and cap–no lace or ruffles–were all white. No color marred her aspect, making the lush red of her full lips all the more startling. She wore the clothes of a nun, yet had the mouth of a sybarite. The contrast was fascinating–and arousing.“ You’re a Puritan?” he asked. Her beautiful mouth compressed. “No. Elizabeth Hoyt

She very much feared that if she stayed with Maximus, this awful taint — this terribly wrong act — would, day by day, year by year, wear at her until she was no more than a ghost of her former self. She saw need when she looked into his eyes, but was there any love as well? Had she discarded Penelope’s friendship for a man who didn’t, in the end, truly care fo Elizabeth Hoyt

It's strange, but I find myself more disillusioned by a man who has such easily persuaded views than I would be by one whose views were entirely opposite but passionately held. Isn't that quixotic of me? Elizabeth Hoyt

Griffin, please, ” she whispered.“ Do you want me?” he asked.“ Yes! ” She tossed her head restlessly. She’d explode if he didn’t give her release soon.“ Do you need me?” He kissed her nipple too gently.“ Please, please, please.”“ Do you love me?” And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn’t see his face, his expression.“ Griffin, ” she sighed hopelessly.“ You can’t say it, can you?” he whispered. “Can’t admit it either. Elizabeth Hoyt

But he place a gentle palm under her chin and turned her face back to him. “I'm privileged to see you like this, ” he said, his eyes fierce. “Wear you social mask at your balls and parties and when you visit your friends out there, but when we are alone, just the two of us in here, promise me this: that you'll show me only your real face, no matter how ugly you might think it. That's our true intimacy, not sex, but the ability to be ourselves when we are together. (Winter Makepeace) . Elizabeth Hoyt

I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration.” He stroked her hair soothingly. “You will never be a millstone about my neck. Rather you're the sunshine that brightens my day.” He swallowed. “Don't you see? You brought me into the daylight. You've embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don't make me retreat again into the night. (Winter Makepeace) Elizabeth Hoyt

She smiled as she poured tea into his cup. “I hope you find your rooms comfortable?”“ Quite.” He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue.“ The view is to your liking?” He had a view of a brick wall. “Indeed.”She fluttered her eyelashes at him over the rim of her teacup. “And the bed. Is it soft and… yielding?” He nearly choked on the bite of cake he’d just taken.“ Or do you prefer a firmer bed?” she asked sweetly. “One that refuses to yield too soon?”“ I think”–he narrowed his eyes at her–“whatever mattress I have on the bed you gave me is perfect. But tell me, my lady, what sort of mattress do you prefer? All soft goose down or one that’s a bit… harder?” It was very fast, but he saw it: Her gaze flashed down to the juncture of his thighs and then up again. If there hadn’t been anything to see there before, there certainly was now.“ Oh, I like a nice stiff mattress, ” she purred. “Well warmed and ready for a long ride. Elizabeth Hoyt

It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more–felt so much more–beneath. No one had ever noticed her mask. No one but him. If he couldn’t or wouldn’t make the first move, then damn it, she would. Elizabeth Hoyt

She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. “Are you trying to steal the reins from me?” Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. “You have them only by my permission. Elizabeth Hoyt

But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible. (Winter Makepeace) . Elizabeth Hoyt

Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace) Elizabeth Hoyt

He shoved his hips against her, reminding her of what they had just done, and said, “I had never bedded a woman before you. I made that plain. Did you think I let you seduce me lightly? No, I did not. You made a deal with me the moment you gave me entry into your body.”“ I made no such deal! ” Her eyes were angry–and frightened–but he would not let her make him back down.“ Precious Isabel, ” he whispered. “You made a deal with your heart, your soul, and your body, and you sealed it with the wash of your climax on my c*ck.” She blinked, looking dazed. He’d never used such words before, especially not with her, but their bluntness was necessary. Elizabeth Hoyt

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace) Elizabeth Hoyt

I love you, ” he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. “I love you.” She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn’t remember who he was–who she was. She lost her mind. Elizabeth Hoyt

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches.“ Forgive me, ” he whispered as he set the candle down. “I could not stay away. Elizabeth Hoyt

She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again. He tore his mouth from hers. “Wait.”“No.” She looked him frankly in the eyes. “I don’t care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now.” His beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. “You’ll not always hold the reins, my lady.” She smiled sweetly. “Naturally not, but I do now. . Elizabeth Hoyt

He built a tower to try and be closer to her and walled himself inside.” She stared at him for a moment as if waiting for something. “And?”He glanced at her, puzzled. “And, what?” She widened her eyes. “How does the story end? Did the sorcerer win his Moon Maid Elizabeth Hoyt

The lengths to which you’re prepared to go to please a housekeeper make me wonder about the servant situation in Scotland. Good help must be thin on the ground.” Vale widened his eyes and took a drink.“ She’s more to me than a housekeeper, ” Alistair growled.“ Wonderful! ” Vale slapped him on the back. “And about time, too. I was beginning to worry that all your important bits might’ve atrophied and fallen off from disuse.” He felt unaccustomed heat climb his throat. “Vale… . Elizabeth Hoyt