To Tempt a Scoundrel Quotes

“Smiles hide hurt. I’d wager you’ve known your own.” The lady lifted her shoulders in a little shrug. “Or I could be wrong, and you really could be this arrogant, content-to-shock scapegrace who sets Polite Society to talking.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“I’ve learned it is best to simply look at a person not as a title or category they might fit in to, but rather for who they are.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“What is important is to surround yourself with those who are happy and able to smile.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“Sometimes… people are just miserable. It doesn’t make it easier to forgive them for being such… rotters. Nor should you attempt to be anyone other than who you already are just to please those people.” He paused. “Because they will never be pleased.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“I have certain requirements before I make anyone my bride,” he said solemnly.
He ticked off a list. “She must laugh and often.”
“She must be able to throw a flawless snowball.”
“Of course, she must also swim,” Rhys went on. “And if she cannot, at least be willing to learn how.”
Rhys stuck his index finger up. “Not simply ice skate, but twirl a perfect circle without even stumbling.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“Reading the romantics suggests just that… a romantic spirit. It’s entirely possible for a person to be both romantic in spirit and practical of mind. To exist, one without the other, leaves for a colorless soul.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“I do not have wounded eyes.” She paused, leaning close. “And by the way, what in the blazes is a wounded eye?”
He stuck up two fingers. “The pair of them.”
“Well, it’s silly,” she said on a furious whisper. “Unless one’s received a facer, eyes cannot be wounded. That is the kind of drip and drivel in those silly romantic novels.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“Rhys leaned over and whispered. “Have a care, love. It’s already been slaughtered.”
Smile lines appeared at his eyes. “Now, if it were the roast at evening meal, then you’d have reason for your suspicions.”
That gave her pause. “Truly?”
He lowered his lips so close they nearly brushed the shell of her ear. “Does my mother strike you as one who’d tolerate a roast that is still mooing?”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel

“What manner of woman runs off in a snowstorm?” It was a rhetorical question as much as one he truly wished an answer to.
“One who d-does n-not w-wish to be indoors,” she mumbled.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel