Eloisa James is the pen name of Mary Bly (born 1962). She is a tenured professor of English Literature at Fordham University who also writes best-selling Regency and Georgian romance novels under her pen name.
Where did you go to school?” Piers inquired. “Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, and leave it at that. Our conversations should be along these lines: Prufrock, bring me a wench and then you would say, as you wish.
I don't want to have to earn love by giving up my ability to make decisions that determine how I live.
Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has.
You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.
I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it. " "He sounds like a dock. " Lord Sundron put in. "Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.
One more time, she promised herself. That wasn't too trollopy. She wouldn't be too trollopy. But when they actually got to the guardhouse? Trollopy.
Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord. ' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.
In case there is any question in your mind," he said, cupping her face with his hands. "What I want, what I most desire, the loveliest sight on this dark earth, is you.
It’s better to live like a flame, to know a man and love him even if he can’t be yours, then never to love at all.
If you don't mind a word of advice, one never asks a lady to set her own price. If you have to ask, the answer will always be more than you can afford.
Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.
Life does not always gives us the choices that we want
He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.
I woke up this morning,” Gabriel said, “thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don’t realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man’s usual inclination in the morning.
I have come to the conclusion that silence and time are the most precious commodities.
Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid.
Dogs are high on life. Cats need catnip.
The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything.
A stale mind is the devil's breadbox.
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.