Teresa Medeiros Quotes

“Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.”
― Teresa Medeiros, A Whisper of Roses

“He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Heather and Velvet

“His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Lady of Conquest

“He caught her by
the shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. "Do you think you're so charming in that silly little nightdress that I can't resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it comes to you?"

"B-b-but I—"

"Well, you're right," he shouted. "I don't!"

With that, his lips came down on hers”
― Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel

“Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as dark and impenetrable as his eyes. Rowena had to look away. She forced herself to remember how he had used his body and her need as weapons to weave a punishing net of pleasure.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Shadows and Lace

“Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel

“He would not kiss her mouth or allow her to caress him in tenderness. He broke his fierce silence only to whisper what wicked magic he was going to work until it took little more than the husky rasp of his voice in her ear to bring her to the brink of fulfillment. Had there been even a hint of brutality in his attentions, Holly might have brought herself to hate him, but his accomplished hands cherished her flesh as if it were his own private altar. She’d never known such unbridled ecstasy. Or such misery.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Fairest of Them All

“Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman’s elegant script, were two words. The ink might have faded, but the sentiment would surely endure forever.

Dix’s strong, warm arms went around her. He rested his cheek against hers as they whispered in unison,“My Darling”.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Nobody's Darling