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“Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.”
― Mark Twain

“It鈥檚 impossible,鈥� he snapped.

鈥淲丑测?鈥�

鈥淏ecause I鈥檓 Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can鈥檛 be celibate. Everyone knows that.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“He was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty of success in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a fresh-experience, always eager to set off into the unknown territory of a little adventure, never taken by surprise because he has worked out everything in advance and is waiting to see what happens, a man who will never overlook any erotic opportunity, whose first glance probes every woman's sensuality, and explores it, without discriminating between his friend's wife and the parlour-maid who opens the door to him. Such men are described with a certain facile contempt as lady-killers, but the term has a nugget of truthful observation in it, for in fact all the passionate instincts of the chase are present in their ceaseless vigilance: the stalking of the prey, the excitement and mental cruelty of the kill. They are constantly on the alert, always ready and willing to follow the trail of an adventure to the very edge of the abyss. They are full of passion all the time, but it is the passion of a gambler rather than a lover, cold, calculating and dangerous. Some are so persistent that their whole lives, long after their youth is spent, are made an eternal adventure by this expectation. Each of their days is resolved into hundreds of small sensual experiences - a look exchanged in passing, a fleeting smile, knees brushing together as a couple sit opposite each other - and the year, in its own turn, dissolves into hundreds of such days in which sensuous experience is the constantly flowing, nourishing, inspiring source of life.”
― Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories

“Reformed rakes often make the best husbands.”
― Judith McNaught, Something Wonderful

“If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it鈥檚 better than rats.”
― Anne Stuart, Ruthless

“Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers?
Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did.”
― Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake

“What do ladies wear beneath their riding trousers?"
"I would think an infamous rake would already know."
"I was never infamous. In fact, I'm fairly standard as far as rakes go."
"The ones who deny it are the worst.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“If a wicked rake doesn鈥檛 kiss a young lady when they鈥檙e alone in a moonlit rose garden, might it mean he doesn鈥檛 intend to? There were rules about such things. Weren鈥檛 they written down somewhere? If not, then they should be. A Treatise on Rakes, written for Susceptible Young Ladies, by a Lady of Distinction.”
― Anna Bradley, A Wicked Way to Win an Earl

“Certainly she must surrender but she must offer resistance; an opponent too weak to win but not too weak to put up a struggle.”
― Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Les Liaisons dangereuses

“Then you鈥檝e never been in love?鈥�

鈥淣别惫别谤.鈥�

She nodded. 鈥淣or have I.鈥�

鈥淎 pity,鈥� he said, pursing his lips. 鈥淚 wonder how it would feel? To be swept away by a grand passion? To give everything for only one person in the world?鈥�

Her lips curved wryly. 鈥淪o idealistic for a rake. Really, you do spoil my prior understanding of what the word entailed.鈥�

鈥淭his is my social face,鈥� he said lightly. 鈥淒on鈥檛 confuse it with the animal beneath.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Notorious Pleasures

“For some reason Miss Jenner had seen fit to come uninvited to Sebastian鈥檚 home at a scandalously late hour. To make the situation even more compromising, she was unaccompanied鈥攁nd spending more than a half minute alone with Sebastian was sufficient to ruin any girl. He was debauched, amoral, and perversely proud of it. He excelled at his chosen occupation鈥攖hat of degenerate seducer鈥攁nd he had set a standard few rakes could aspire to.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“So Callie is a rake."
She blushed. "I don't think so."
Silence fell between them as he watched the wash of pink across her cheeks. He lifted her wounded arm in his hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. She breathed deeply at the feel of his lips on her skin, so warm and soft, and her eyes flew to his, intently focused on her. He held her gaze, and she felt a shock of liquid heat as his tongue circled one of her knuckles.
He registered her surprise, smiling against her and turning her hand palm up, then setting his tongue and lips to work on the soft, sensitive spot at its center. Her breath quickened, and she closed her eyes to the sensation, unable to watch the erotic movement of his mouth across her skin.
He lifted his lips from her hand and, when she opened her eyes again, it was to find him watching her, a wicked smile on his lips. Reaching out, he traced one finger along the line of her jaw, sending a shiver through her. When he spoke, his voice was thick and liquid, and it sent a shock of heat down her spine. "I shouldn't give up on that part of her just yet, Empress."
She caught her breath at the endearment, which brought with it a hazy memory from long ago. He chased the vision away with the vivid present as he clasped her chin, bringing her face closer to his. "You forget, I've met the women several times... In carriages..."
His lips hovered just above hers, sending a tremor of anticipation through her, "And in theatres..."
She tried to close the distance between them and he pulled back just enough to drive her slightly mad. "And in bedchambers.
In fact," he added, his words a caress along the sensitive skin of her lips, "I rather like the rakish side of her."
And then he settled his lips upon hers, and she was lost. She was consumed by the softness of his mouth, the gentleness of the caress- so very different than the kisses they had shared before. This kiss consumed her, made her forget herself, their surroundings, everything but the magnificent pressure of his lips on hers. His thumb stroked her jaw as his mouth ate at hers, sending waves of pulsing pleasure through her.
She gasped at the feeling, and he took advantage of her open lips to plunder her mouth with deep, drugging kisses that made her dizzy. She reached for him, her anchor in a sea of sensuality, wrapping her arms around his neck and plunging her fingers into his heavy, soft hair. He made a deep, satisfied sound at the feeling of her wrapped around him, and traced a path across her cheek and down the column of her throat with soft, moist kisses that sent explosions of pleasure through her.”
― Sarah MacLean, Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake

“Why had she imagined he was attractive? He was absolutely the biggest, most complete and utter jackass she'd ever had the bad fortune to meet.”
― Christina Dodd, The Barefoot Princess

“Still pleasant as a cornered hedgehog, and as well mannered as a badger, I see.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Don't waste a thought on any of the eligible suitors you've found for me, dear ma'am! There is more of mama in me than you have the least idea of, and the only eligible husband for me is a rake!”
― Georgette Heyer, Venetia

“Rhys cleared his throat and tugged on his cravat. 鈥淚 wanted to ask you something.鈥�
鈥淵es?鈥� St. Clare livened up immediately as he took a sip of whisky.
鈥淒o you treat your wife like your mistress?鈥�
St. Clare raised a brow. Any other man would be sputtering his drink out of his mouth in surprise at the question. Not St. Clare. 鈥淣o, I treat my wife a lot better than I have ever treated any of my mistresses.鈥�
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not exactly what I mean鈥�.鈥� Rhys cleared his throat again.
鈥淭hen what do you mean?鈥�
Rhys scratched his temple. 鈥淚 mean in bed.鈥�
鈥淥h鈥︹€� Gabriel scowled. 鈥淚 do not think I follow.鈥�
鈥淲ell, I mean鈥� All the depraved things you did with your mistresses, do you do them to your wife?鈥�
Gabriel raised his brow. 鈥淚f by depraved, you mean whether I pleasure my wife in every way I have learned how then yes. And she does the same for me.鈥�
鈥淵ou let her鈥斺€�
鈥淚 let her do anything she wants to do to me and then teach her to do even more,鈥� he added with a wink.
Rhys tugged on his cravat again in agitation. 鈥淲hat I mean is鈥� I鈥檝e heard time and time again that ladies are delicate creatures who cannot withstand arduous pursuits鈥� There are things that are indecent鈥斺€�
鈥淟et me stop you right there, my dear, virtuous friend. What you think is indecent, I do to my wife every morning before breakfast. And what you call degrading or embarrassing, I call Tuesday.鈥� He finished his drink and slammed the glass onto the desk. 鈥淭here is no such thing as indecent between a husband and a wife. The only thing indecent is a cold marriage bed. Take it from a former rake.”
― Sadie Bosque, An Offer from the Marquess

“Did I hurt you?" She managed to ask, recalling how she had inadvertently pushed on his wounded shoulder. "Does it ache this morning?"

Leo hesitated before replying. "No it eventually eased after you left. But the devil knows it wouldn't take much to start up again."

Catherine was overcome with remorse.
"I'm sorry. Should we put poultice on it?"

"A poultice?" he repeated blankly. "On my... oh. We're talking about my shoulder?"

She blinked in confusion. "Of course we're talking about your shoulder. What else would we be discussing?"

"Cat..." Leo looked away from her. To her surprise, there was a tremor of laughter in his voice. "When a man is aroused and left unsatisfied, he usually aches for a while afterward."

"Where?"
He gave her a speaking glance.

"You mean..." a wild blush raced over her as she finally understood. "Well, I don't care if you ache there. I was only concerned about your wound!"

"It's much better," Leo assured her, his eyes bright with amusement. "As for the other ache--"

"That has nothing to do with me," she said hastily.

"I be to differ.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Married by Morning

“He with the cleanest clothes isn鈥檛 necessarily the cleanest.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Yes, I'm a man and everyone knows men are great hairy beasts scarcely tamed by civilization

-Jermyn, Duke of Northcliff to Amy, Princess Beaumontaigne”
― Christina Dodd, The Barefoot Princess

“In the hazy afternoon light through the windows he looked beautiful and dissolute, shirt open at the collar and streaks of golden hair falling into his eyes, like some Regency buck after a long night's dancing.”
― Tana French, The Likeness

“Ye might not know this about me鈥︹€�
鈥淏ut I prefer my women鈥� a wee bit dirty.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“She was little better than a banshee with a sidearm.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, The Scot Beds His Wife

“Oh, thank you! Thank you," she chirped, surprising him by bounding across the room and clasping him tight for a quick hug.
His arms hung heavy and loose at his sides during her gentle siege.
Rothbury had enchanted exotic opera singers into returning to his bed time and again. He had warmed coldhearted courtesans into confessing their undying love and he had seduced a number of beautiful, feisty women who were just as fickle in picking their lovers as he was. But Charlotte's hug unsettled him, knocked him off balance, one might say.
He didn't want her to let go. But he wouldn't dare bring up his arms to hold her either. Without a doubt he knew if he indulged himself, all he felt, all he thought, would be exposed in the warmth of his embrace. And then there would be no turning back. He would be bared, revealed, humiliated.”
― Olivia Parker, To Wed a Wicked Earl

“Again she dances on the edge of my consciousness, laughing at me in my dreams. This is only fair. I cast myself as her fool from the beginning. When I told her she could have anything of mine; she plundered my heart, dazzled my mind, taking whatever it was of mine that she pleased.”
― Maddy Kobar, From Out of Feldspar

“Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.”
― Mary Balogh, Dancing with Clara

“Rake your lifestyle. Gather all bitterness. Burn this bad attitude that has chocked the canals of your success. Be set free!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Let's go to the Next Level

“I assume 'elegant gentlemen,' such as you, learn such useful skills very early in life."
"Actually, no." Straight-faced, Vane reached for her pins. "Us rakes-of-the-first-order..." Dropping pins left and right, he set her hair cascading down. With a satisfied smile, he caught her about the waist and drew her hard against him. "We," he said, looking into her eyes, "spend our time concentrating on rather different skills- like letting ladies' hair down. And getting them out of their clothes. Getting them into bed. And other things."
He demonstrated- very effectively.”
― Stephanie Laurens, A Rake's Vow

“I am very much obliged to my uncle, but the thought that he might find another way of rescuing me from my dear rake puts me in the liveliest dread!”
― Georgette Heyer, Venetia

“Though it was hardly a shock to him, because Father knew well by my sixteenth birthday how unpredictably erratic my temperament had become. His sweet Robert had died many years ago, along with his mother, and was replaced by this wicked little changeling who didn't ever care to temper his tongue. I had earned many a rival, enemy and smack upside the head for the mischievous things I said and did.”
― Maddy Kobar, From Out of Feldspar

“Blend walked into K鈥檙ul鈥檚 Bar and found it empty, save for the hunched figure of the historian, who sat at his chosen table, staring at the stained, pitted wood. She walked over and looked down at him. 鈥榃ho died?鈥�
Duiker did not look up. 鈥楴ot who, Blend. More like what. What died? More, I think, than we鈥檒l ever know.”
― Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds