“No second chance?"A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.”

“Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love.--Prince Carrick”

“Do you play tennis, Senator?""Now and then," he said with a ghost of a smile. He didn't add he'd lettered i the sport at Harvard."I'd imagine chess would be your game-plotting,long-term strategy."His smile remained enigmatic as he reached for his wine. "We'll have to have a game."Shelby's low laugh drifted over him. "I believe we already have."His hand brushed lightly over hers. "Want a rematch?"Shelby gave him a look that made his blood spring hotly. "No.You might not outmaneuver me a second time.”

“He'd done as he'd pleased and even had often enjoyed long runs of luck where he hadn't been caught. But the luckiest moment of his life had been being caught.”

“Caroline Waverly: Sometimes we hurt more for what might have been than for what is.”

“The tension was slipping away from under his fingers as he touched her, and building everywhere else. A kind of gathering inside her, a concentration of heat. The pressure in her chest was so sudden and strong it made her breath short. The muscles in her stomach began to twist, tighten. Ache.“My face doesn’t have anything to do with what I am.”“Maybe not, but that doesn’t take away the pure pleasure of looking at it.”

“What was your secret?"That brought another smile. "Learn to laugh, otherwise, you'll beat them to death with a hammer first chance”