The Mortal Instrements

Friday, April 22, 2011

The Hathaway Family Series by Lisa Kleypas


For a long while, I have been addicted to Historical Romance books, and I especially loved Julia Quinn and Lisa Kleypas's books, so I bought them without thinking and I rarely was disappointed.

But after The Twilight Saga, I had a new addiction: Paranormal books! So I had the first 3 books in The Hathaways series for a 2 years and I haven't even read them.

But lately, I'm going back to read other genres as well, and while I was lying sick with the flu in bed, I just picked the first book: Mine Till Midnight... and I was enchanted... totally transformed to a hot gypsy world where proper ladies don't date pirate-like guys and all the proper ladies are nothing like the Hathaway girls! The Hathaway family would make you laugh out loud with every chapter and melt with every love scene, and sometimes cry a tear or two and it would always surprise you by the unexpected events!

Mine Till Midnight

Book DescriptionOctober 2, 2007


LONDON 1848 | AUTUMN

When an unexpected inheritance elevates her family to the ranks of the aristocracy, Amelia Hathaway discovers that tending to her younger sisters and wayward brother was easy compared to navigating the intricacies of the ton. Even more challenging: the attraction she feels for the tall, dark, and dangerously handsome Cam Rohan.

Wealthy beyond most men's dreams, Cam has tired of society's petty restrictions and longs to return to his "uncivilized" Gypsy roots. When the delectable Amelia appeals to him for help, he intends to offer only friendship--but intentions are no match for the desire that blindsides them both. But can a man who spurns tradition be tempted into that most time-honored arrangement: marriage? Life in London society is about to get a whole lot hotter….


Amelia Hathaway and Cam Rohan
Cam Rohan, the wealthy half-Gypsy first seen in 2006's Devil in Winter, in her latest page-turning Victorian. Rohan, manager of a London gentleman's club, decides to do a favor for the distraught Amelia Hathaway, who is scouring brothels in search of her wastrel brother, Leo.

Rohan, weary of his usual diet of beautiful-but-boring lovers, is bemused by and attracted to Amelia, a staid and proper spinster, and so he sets about making a presence of himself at the ramshackle Hathaway estate, sowing sexual tension as he does.

As the standoffish relationship between Rohan and Amelia evolves into romance, the reappearance of Amelia's former suitor throws an intriguing wrench in the works. The author's sensitivity to the prejudice endured by the Roma (Gypsies) adds a measure of grim reality that is creatively offset by Rohan's discussion of Roma beliefs and superstitions.



I loved every bit of this family saga! I didn't want the series to ever finish!

I finished the book in two days and then I begin with: Seduce Me at Sunrise, and Kev's love to Win made me ache!!

I hope Lisa Kleypas will consider writing a new series about John Dashiell and Francis Barksby.



Amelia to Rohan:
"You're not like any man I've ever known, you're not even someone I could have dreamed. You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know.”



Quotes:
Amelia: "You should probably know that if my brother hasn't already managed to kill himself, I plan to shoot him when we find him."
Kev: "I'll hand you the pistol."

Amelia: Impossible to save a man who didn't want to be saved.

St. Vincent: "Plain women are far more enjoyable. There's no better aphrodisiac than gratitude."

Rohan: "A man who wants trouble can find it anywhere."

Rohan: "You'll be safer inside the vehicle."
Amelia: "I have you for protection, do I not?"
Rohan: "Sweetheart, I may be the one you most need protection from."

Amelia: "I'm the one in the middle, dear."
Leo: "Ah. There you are."

Poppy: "How bracing, I wonder what makes the country air smell so different?"
Leo: "It could be the pig farm we just passed."

On Merripan and Win: Although his manner was as calm and unemotional as ever, Amelia was struck by the possessive way he held her sister.

Amelia: God knows how many other unwanted creatures are lurking in the house. Not counting Leo.

Amelia: 15 year old girls didn't choose to be troublesome. They simply were.

Amelia: "I'm sure you don't know the Hathaways well enough to shoot at us. Yet. When we become better acquainted, however, I have no doubt you'll find ample reason to bring out the artillery."

Rohan: "The old magic is a belief that all of nature is connected and equal. Everything is alive. Even the trees have souls."

Rohan: "If we were eating Gypsy-style, sitting before a fire, I would offer you the choicest bites of meat. The soft inside of the bread. The sweetest sections of fruit."

Lillian: "A pet?... What a relief, I thought it [lizard] was some new English delicacy we were serving."

Rohan: "The lizard is a lucky' animal. Some people say it promotes prophetic dreaming."

On Merripan and Win: Merripen looked down at Win's turbaned head, his fingers twitching as if he were sorely tempted to touch blond tendril that had slipped from beneath the cloth. His face was hard with the patience of a man who knew he would never have what he truly wanted.

Rohan: "You know, if I have to keep rescuing you like this, we really should discuss some kind of reward."


Rohan:"Some people think of the bee as a sacred in sect," he said. "It's a symbol of reincarnation."

Rohan: "The bees' presence in your home is a sign of good things to come."

On the Hathaways: Ramsay House was a charming place, really, with eccentricities, secret corners, and unique features that only needed some polish and attention. Not unlike the Hathaway family itself.

On the Hathaways: Browsing among the stalls, the sisters feasted on hand-sized pork pies, leek pasties, apples and pears, and to the girls delight, "gingerbread husbands." The gingerbread had been pressed into wooden man-shaped molds, baked and gilded. The baker at the stall assured them that every unmarried maiden must eat a gingerbread husband for luck, id she wanted to catch the real thing someday.

Rohan: "I'm not the marrying kind—"
St. Vincent: "No man is. Marriage is a female invention."


Amelia: "A burn is much more serious if it's numb."

Rohan: "Chamomile, thyme, and licorice, along with slippery elm and horsetail leaves for the swelling in his throat."

Rohan: The fact was, Amelia was his, whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his.

Leo: "I'm not supposed to work. I'm a peer now. I earn three thousand pounds a year just by existing."

Beatrix: "Merripen's in love with her [Win]. I knew it a long time ago, from the way he washed her window. One day she complained that the window was so dirty, she could barely see through it, and it made the sky look grayish. So from then on Merripen always kept the glass spotless. Merripen said the sky should always be blue for her."

Merripan and Win: "Stay out of my dreams," Merripen whispered in the humid stillness. "Can't sleep when you're here."

Win: The first time she had ever kissed a man, she thought ruefully, and she had put him to sleep.

Poppy: "Don't you ever want to lean on someone's shoulder?"
Amelia: "I don't need someone else's shoulder. I've got two perfectly good ones."

Amelia: "Tolerate what? What are you going to put in the poultice?"
Rohan: "A mixture of things. Including apis mellifica"
Amelia: "What is that?"
Rohan: "Bee venom. Extract from crushed bees, to be precise. We'll soak them in a water-andalcohol base."

On the Hathaways: No pot of tea had ever been prepared with such scrupulous care, the Hathaway sisters hovering over the brew like a coven of young witches.

Rohan: "Bee venom stimulates the heart."

Rohan:"Pro medicina est dolor, dolorem qui necat."
Win: "The pain that kills pain acts as medicine."

George: "It's like hauling five sacks of potatoes all at once," the footman said breathlessly, pushing Leo's foot safely inside the vehicle.
Rohan: "The potatoes would be quieter," Cam said.

Merripan and Win: "I must be in hell," he muttered. Win smiled down at him with a tenderness he found
unbearable.
"You wouldn't see me in hell, would you?"
"In my version ... yes."

 Leo: "But I went to the tavern for a drink on the way. And when 1 finally got here, it was a bit crowded for my taste. Suicide is something a fellow likes a bit of privacy for."

Rohan: "No one can be haunted," he said quietly, "without having willed it. You know that, don't you?"


The Times Cam Rubbed His Neck Feeling Amelia's Presence:
  1. Sighing, he robbed the back of his neck with one hand. -p.9
  2. Lifting a hand to the back of his neck again, he rubbed it as if to soothe a warning prickle.-p.10
  3. He reached up to the back of his neck. -p.16
Things I Learned about the Rom:
  • Merripen means life and death.
  • Chal means A son of Rom.
  • A Rom is ashamed to stay for so long under one roof, to wear fine clothes and to be financially bounty.
  • When a man wears a thumb ring it signifies independence and freedom of thought. Also a certain separateness, in wearing it her reminds himself he doesn't belong where he is.
  • Gadji is the Romany word for a non-Gypsy woman.
  • Latcho Drom is the Romany farewell.
  • Poshram means half-breed.
  • Phuri Dae means mystical Gypsy.
  • "If a Roma desires a woman, he steals her for himself. Sometimes right out of her bed."
  • Butyakengo is a Gypsy protective spirit.
  • Cam means the Sun.
  • Gypsy have 3 names. The first is a secret name a mother whispers into her child's ear at birth. The second is a tribal name used only by other Gypsies. The third is the name we use with non-Roma.
  • The Rom believe no one owns the land or the life it sustains. Technically, one can't steal something that belongs to all people.
  • "The Rom believe you should take the road that calls to you, and never turn back. Because you never know what adventures await."
  • Monisha is an endearment, a Roma says it to a woman he's intimate with.
  • Mandis means mine.
  • The sexual act is sacred to a Roma.
  • bride-price is a Romany tradition. The groom pays a sum to the bride's family before the wedding.
  • Atchen tan means stopping place.
  • poultice: The Rom call the treatment 'white lightning' for good reason.
  • Romni means my wife, or my woman or my bride.
The Number of times Rohan called Amelia "Hummingbird": 
  1. He heard a nervous tapping from a foot half concealed beneath her skirts. -p.101
  2. Her foot resumed its nervous tapping. -p. 102
  3. Approaching her, Cam touched her vibrating foot with his own. The tapping stopped.
    "A bad habit," Amelia said abashedly. "I can't seem to rid myself of it."
    "A hummingbird will do that in spring. She hangs on the side of the nest and uses her other foot to tamp down the floor." -p. 103
  4. She wasn't aware of her foot's nervous tapping until Rohan came to her and slid one of his feet beneath her skirts to still her drumming toes.
    "Hummingbird," he whispered. -p. 143
  5. "Easy Hummingbird." -p. 164
  6. "She's read obscure medieval philosophy. She's afraid of bees. Her foot taps when she's nervous." -p.178
  7. "Easy Hummingbird." -p. 195
  8. "Patience, hummingbird. It's too soon." -p. 207
  9. Amelia heard an annoying drumming sound, and she thought at first it was the wild percussion of her heart. But as Cam's leg intruded gently among the folds of her borrowed dress and touched hers, she realized she was doing her blasted foot-tapping again. With an effort, she went still. -p.251
  10. "Let go, hummingbird, so I can take this off you." -p.252
  11. "You'll have me," Cam whispered. "You'll have me, hummingbird. I'm your fate—even if you won't admit it yet." -p.258
  12. "You're in charge now, hummingbird. -p.300
  13. Amelia scowled, her foot beginning a restless staccato beneath her skirts. -p. 309
  14. The tapping stopped. -p. 309
  15. "Come to me," she whispered. "Hold me while we sleep." "Hummingbird," he returned. -p. 310
  16. "Shhh ... I know that, hummingbird." -p. 315
  17. "It's all right, hummingbird. Come here." -p. 346
  18. "Hummingbird," he whispered, "you don't have to be nervous with me." -p. 353
Leo's Changing Eyes and Laura's Presence:
  1. But his eyes, once so warm, were dull and wintry. -p.32
  2. a spark in the vacant eyes. -p.33
  3. "His eyes have changed," Win murmured. "Not merely the expression. The actual color. Have you noticed?"
    Amelia went still. She took a long time to reply, thought it was my imagination."
    "No. They were always dark blue like yours. Now they're mostly light gray. Like a pond after the sky has turned in winter."
    "I'm certain the color of some people's eyes change as they mature."
    "You know it's because of Laura." -p. 107 - 108
  4. It was cold, she thought, even for autumn. Icy drafts crept around her stockinged ankles, beneath the edges of her cuffs, across the sweat-dampened back of her neck. Her muscles tensed against the strange, raw chill. -p. 122 - 123
  5. with near-colorless eyes. -p. 123
  6. she was diverted by a cold waft of air that slipped around her ankles and turned her toes numb. She shivered and pulled her knitted blue shawl more snugly around herself. "My, it's chilly in here." -p.144
  7. Venturing into the room, Amelia was shocked by the abrupt change of temperature, the biting air. It was far colder in here than it was outside. And it wasn't her imagination— she could see the white puffs of her breath. Shivering, she drew closer to her brother. The coldness was concentrated around him, turning so bitter that it made her lungs hurt to breathe. -p. 145
  8. The irises of his eyes were as pale as ice. -p. 146
  9. The image cast by the magic lantern was a winter scene, with a snow-blurred sky and the dark cache of forest beneath. It would have been an unremarkable scene, except for the delicate outline of a woman's face that seemed to emerge from the shadows.
    A familiar face.
    As Amelia stared, transfixed, the spectral features seemed to gain dimension and substance until it seemed almost as if she could reach out and shape her fingers against the waxing contours.
    "Laura," she heard Win breathe.
    It was the girl Leo had loved. The face was unmistakable. -p. 185
  10. The room was getting colder. A tremor began at the top of Amelia's spine and worked downward. -p.185
  11. Amelia hesitated, her arms chilled and stinging beneath the sleeves of her gown. -p. 186
  12. A draft from somewhere seemed to rush past her as she left the room. She hadn't intended to close the door fully, but it snapped shut like the jaws of a hungry animal. -p. 186
  13. He looked at her then, his eyes so bloodshot they resembled two tiny coaching road
    maps. -p. 199
  14. He stared at her with those strange, light eyes, not at all the eyes of the brother she had known all her life. -p. 262
  15. Those curiously light eyes turned toward him, the color of icicles when blue twilight shone through them. Unusual eyes. -p.306
  16. "Tall. Light eyes. Ruddy-complexioned. Probably reeking of spirits—" -p. 302
  17. There had been a man with a haggard face and brilliant colorless eyes, his soul ravaged by grief over his daughter's death. Cam's grandmother had warned him to stay away from the man. "He's muladi," she had said.
    "What does that mean, Mami?" Cam had asked, clinging anxiously to her warm hand, which was comfortingly gnarled and tough like the buttressing roots of ancient trees.
    "Haunted by a dead person. Don't go near him, he's upset the balance of Romanija. He loved his daughter too much."
    Feeling pity for the man, and worry for his own sake, Cam had asked, "Will I be muladi when you die, Mami?" He had been certain that he loved his grandmother too much, but he couldn't stop feeling that way.
    A smile had appeared in his grandmother's wise black eyes. "No, Cam. A muladi traps his beloved's spirit in the in-between because he won't let her go. You wouldn't do that to me, would you, little fox?"
    "No, Mami." -p. 307
  18. As they ascended, the air turned colder, and colder still, driving needles into her bones. It was an unholy chill, too bitter and ghastly to have come from a temporal source. A coldness that dried her lips and made her teeth ache. -p. 340
  19. She stopped as she saw a shimmer of movement, of silvery whiteness, in the air. A rush of biting cold swept through the room, while the shadows congealed around them. -p. 344
  20. a blue-white burst of light filled the room in a noiseless strike. -p. 345
  21. The ghost was with them, she thought. The air had turned her face numb, making it difficult to move her lips. -p. 347
  22. Amelia felt tears sliding from her eyes, the wetness turning icy by the time they reached her chin." -p. 348
  23. A long silence unfolded in pained degrees, while a burning cold breeze fanned over the three of them. -p. 348
  24. The room grew even colder, if that were possible, the windows rattling, the lamplight flickering. -p. 348
  25. "I do," Cam said. "1 understand. And I'm telling you to stop being selfish. You grieve too much, my phral. You've forced her to come back to comfort you. You have to let her go. Not for your sake, but hers."
    "I can't." But emotion had begun to spread across Leo's face like cracks in an eggshell. Blue light danced through the room, while a frigid wind lifted a few locks of Leo"s hair like invisible fingers.
    "Let her be at peace," Cam said, more quietly now. "If you take your own life, you'll end up condemning her, as well as yourself, to an eternity of wandering. It's not fair to her." -p. 349
  26. The lamp blew out, and a pane of glass shattered, while a freezing blast of air struck them. Energy crackled through the room, tiny snaps of light appearing around them. -p. 350
  27. the atmosphere seemed to settle, glacier-cold and calm, and the blue light, like the afterglow of a distant dying star, began to fade. There was a quiet drone of wings —a few bees venturing from the hive, then flying back to settle for the night. Cam was murmuring something now, holding Leo in a firm protective grasp. He spoke in Romany, the words drifting into the thinning air. A promise, a compact, offered to a fading, formless spirit. -p. 350
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/4707577/Watercress-packs-a-punch-against-cancer.html

Watercress [Poor Man's Bread]:

Watercress came from Ancient Greece and remains an integral part of Mediterranean cuisine. Hippocrates, the father of medicine, is thought to have decided on the location for his first hospital because of its proximity to a stream, which was a good source of the plant.

It may now embellish dinner plates in restaurants from Edinburgh to Exeter, but in 19th-century England it was the staple of the working classes, most often eaten for breakfast in a sandwich. If the family was too poor to buy bread they ate it raw and so watercress became known as the "poor man's bread".

From the story, Rohan explains "It's also a medicinal herb. The Rom call it panishok My grandmother used to put it in poultices for sprains or injuries. And it's a powerful love tonic. For women, especially.

If a man wishes to reawaken his lover's interest, he feeds her watercress. It's a stimulant of the—"


Pooka:
The Púca (Irish for goblin) is a creature of Celtic folklore, notably in Ireland, the West of Scotland, and Wales. It is one of the myriad fairy folk, and, like many fairy folk, is both respected and feared by those who believe in it.

Other names for it include Pwwka, Pooka, Puka, Phouka, Púka, Pwca in Welsh, Bucca in Cornish, Pouque in Guernésiais, Glashtyn in Manx, and Gruagach. Similar terms in Germanic languages such as English words Puca or pucel, Pook or Puck, Norse language Puki, Frisian Puk are of an uncertain relationship (see Puck (mythology)). The origin of the name may come from the Scandinavian word for "nature spirit" — pook or puke.



But in the story, both Cam and Kev have the tattoo.

"A tattoo of a black horse with eyes the color of brimstone. It was an Irish design, of a nightmare horse called a pooka: a malevolent mythical creature that spoke in a human voice and carried people away at midnight."

"the pooka only wants to take you on an adventure... fly you to places you can only see in dreams. And then he returns you home."
"But the legends say that after the horse takes you on his midnight travels, you're never the same."

Horehound
"Horehound, licorice root, and honey. It's good for getting rid of phlegm in the throat. My grandmother was a healer—she taught me many of her remedies."

"Horehound is also good for coughs and snake bites."

Seduce Me at Sunrise

Book DescriptionSeptember 30, 2008


Kev Merripen has longed for the beautiful, well-bred Winnifred Hathaway ever since her family rescued him from the brink of death when he was just a boy. But this handsome Gypsy is a man of mysterious origins—and he fears that the darkness of his past could crush delicate, luminous Win. So Kev refuses to submit to temptation…and before long Win is torn from him by a devastating twist of fate.


Then, Win returns to England…only to find that Kev has hardened into a man who will deny love at all costs. Meantime, an attractive, seductive suitor has set his sights on Win. It’s now or never for Kev to make his move. But first, he must confront a dangerous secret about his destiny—or risk losing the only woman he has lived for…

Kev Merripen and Winnifred Hathaway
I finished this book in one day!!!
That's how good it was!!
The whole Hathaway family series is amazing!!!
There was so many funny and sad moments, and there was so much hot scenes just as the first book, I laughed and owed and ah-ed!! Love how Kev loves Win and how Cam loves Amelia!!! I want a gypsy husband too!! LOL


What I loved about this book, that it felt like a re-do of Wuthering Heights, in it, Heathcliff actually marries Cathy and they live happily ever after!!


Kev to Win:
“All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn’t equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day. I love you so much there is no pleasure in it. Nothing but torment. Because if I could dilute what I feel for you to the millionth part, it would still be enough to kill you. And even if it drives me mad, I would rather see you live in the arms of that cold, soulless bastard than die in mine.”

"I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask."



Funny Parts:
"Glaring at the doctor, Kev spoke in Romany. "Ka xlia ma pe tute." (I'm going to shit on you.)

Which means," Rohan said hastily, " 'Please for­give the misunderstanding; let's part as friends.'"

Te malavel les i menkiva," Kev added for good mea­sure. (May you die of a malignant wasting disease.)

Roughly translated," Rohan said, "that means, 'May your garden be filled with fine, fat hedgehogs.' Which, I may add, is considered quite a blessing among the Rom."



Deadly Nightshade:
The first botanical description was by Linnaeus in Species Plantarum in 1753.

It is in the nightshade family (Solanaceae), which it shares with potatoes, tomatoes, eggplants, jimsonweed, tobacco, wolfberry, and chili peppers.

The common names for this species include belladonna, deadly nightshade, divale, dwale, banewort, devil's berries, naughty man's cherries, death cherries, beautiful death, devil's herb, great morel, and dwayberry.

The name Atropa is thought to be derived from that of the Greek goddess Atropos, one of the three Greek fates or destinies who would determine the course of a man's life by the weaving of threads that symbolized their birth, the events in their life and finally their death; with Atropos cutting these threads to mark the latter.

The name "belladonna" comes from the Italian language, meaning "beautiful lady"; originating either from its usage as cosmetic for the face, or, more probably, from its usage to increase the pupil size in ladies.

The tropane alkaloids of A. belladonna were used as poisons and early humans made poisonous arrows from the plant.

In Ancient Rome it was used as a poison by Agrippina the Younger, wife of Emperor Claudius, and Livia, who is rumored to have used it to kill her husband Emperor Augustus.

Macbeth of Scotland, when he was still one of the lieutenants of King Duncan I of Scotland, used it during a truce to poison the troops of the invading Harold Harefoot, King of England, to the point that the English troops were unable to stand their ground and had to retreat to their ships.


Tempt Me at Twilight

Book DescriptionSeptember 22, 2009


Poppy Hathaway loves her unconventional family, though she longs for normalcy. Then fate leads to a meeting with Harry Rutledge, an enigmatic hotel owner and inventor with wealth, power, and a dangerous hidden life. When their flirtation compromises her own reputation, Poppy shocks everyone by accepting his proposal—only to find that her new husband offers his passion, but not his trust.


Harry was willing to do anything to win Poppy—except to open his heart. All his life, he has held the world at arm’s length…but the sharp, beguiling Poppy demands to be his wife in every way that matters. Still, as desire grows between them, an enemy lurks in the shadows. Now if Harry wants to keep Poppy by his side, he must forge a true union of body and soul, once and for all...

Poppy Hathaway and Harry Rutledge


So I jumped to book 3: Tempt Me at Twilight, and Poppy's love story with a hotel owner was dream like. I loved when Henry told her, He might have wanted you (the other guy) but I wanted you more.

This book was great, as always!! The Hathaway’s know how to make you laugh!! I laughed so hard that people looked at me quizzically!! LOL!! Especially the parts where the staff talked about the sexual relations between Poppy and Harry (Carrots and Watercress), and when Leo knew Cat dyed her hair green!!!






"It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep . . . a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis."

"It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn’t about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability."

"In the fairy tale you mentioned last night, I would probably be the villain. But it's possible the villain would treat you far better than the prince would have."

"I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you."

"I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes...” His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it."

"I never want to be apart from you,” he said. “I’m going to buy an island and take you there. A ship will come once a month with supplies. The rest of the time it will be just the two of us, wearing leaves and eating exotic fruit and making love on the beach . . .”

You’d start a produce export business and organize a local economy within a month,” she said flatly.

Harry groaned as he recognized the truth of it. “God. Why do you tolerate me?”

Poppy grinned and slid her arms around his neck. “I like the side benefits,” she told him. “And really, it’s only fair since you tolerate me."


Married by Morning

Book DescriptionMay 25, 2010


For two years, Catherine Marks has been a paid companion to the Hathaway sisters--a pleasant position, with one caveat. Her charges' older brother, Leo Hathaway, is thoroughly exasperating. Cat can hardly believe that their constant arguing could mask a mutual attraction. But when one quarrel ends in a sudden kiss, Cat is shocked at her powerful response--and even more so when Leo proposes a dangerous liaison.


Leo must marry and produce an heir within a year to save his family home. Catherine's respectable demeanor hides a secret that would utterly destroy her. But to Leo, Cat is intriguing and infernally tempting, even to a man resolved never to love again. The danger Cat tried to outrun is about to separate them forever--unless two wary lovers can find a way to banish the shadows and give in to their desires...

Leo Hathaway and Catherine Marks

But then I was trapped! So I wore the first things I saw and headed to Virgin Megastore and I found the last 2 books: Married by Morning and Love in the Afternoon! Leo and Cat's story was bittersweet and hilarious and Beatrix and Chris were so sad and romantic too!!

Everyone in the Hathaway family loves Catherine Marks.

Well, everyone except for the head of the family, Leo, Lord Ramsay.


Leo thinks Catherine is far too outspoken, opinionated, and obstinate for a companion, and Catherine has an equally high opinion of her employer. For the sake of his sisters, however, Leo manages to strike an uneasy truce.

But when he suddenly discovers he has one year to find a wife and produce an heir or lose the family’s beloved home, the first (and only) woman he even considers marrying is the one who drives him crazy. The only problem is that Catherine is a lady with secrets, and one of those secrets is about to destroy her carefully cultivated new life unless Leo can convince her to trust him to help set things right.

Leo to Cat:
“I want to map your body, chart the north, south, east and west of you.”

"I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it."

"You seem to think you have a choice," Cam said. "But you have it backwards. Love chooses you. The shadow moves as the sun commands."

"Oh, I have a very pure soul. It's only my private parts that have gotten me into trouble."

"you are not a perfect woman.You have an evil temper, you’re as blind as a mole, you’re a deplorable poet, and frankly, your French accent could use some work.” Supporting himself on his elbows, Leo took her face in his hands. “But when I put those things together with the rest of you, it makes you into the most perfectly imperfect woman I’ve ever known."

"I know I'm a bad bargain. But I'm begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you."

He fought to steady his voice. "Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours."



Love in the Afternoon

Book DescriptionJune 29, 2010


As a lover of animals and nature, Beatrix Hathaway has always been more comfortable outdoors than in the ballroom. Even though she participated in the London season in the past, the classic beauty and free-spirited Beatrix has never been swept away or seriously courted...and she has resigned herself to the fate of never finding love. Has the time come for the most unconventional of the Hathaway sisters to settle for an ordinary man--just to avoid spinsterhood?


Captain Christopher Phelan is a handsome, daring soldier who plans to marry Beatrix's friend, the vivacious flirt Prudence Mercer, when he returns from fighting abroad. But, as he explains in his letters to Pru, life on the battlefield has darkened his soul--and it's becoming clear that Christopher won't come back as the same man. When Beatrix learns of Pru's disappointment, she decides to help by concocting Pru's letters to Christopher for her. Soon the correspondence between Beatrix and Christopher develops into something fulfilling and deep...and when Christopher comes home, he's determined to claim the woman he loves. What began as Beatrix's innocent deception has resulted in the agony of unfulfilled love--and a passion that can't be denied...

Captain Christopher Phelan and Beatrix Hathaway

Captain Christopher Phelan and Beatrix Hathaway's story is so hot and beautiful; the longing and pain for each other is obvious in every page, and of course there is the whole family to make you laugh. I loved that Christopher loved Bea without even seeing her through her letters, it is so romantic.



Christopher to Bea:
“My love . . . I would choose the small sum of hours I’ve spent with you over a lifetime spent with another woman. You never needed to write that note, asking me to find you. I’ve wanted to find you my entire life. I don’t think there’s a man alive who could be all the things you deserve in a husband . . . but I beg you to let me try. Will you marry me?”

Leo to Bea:
“When I give you away at the altar, Bea, I want you to remember something. I’m not really giving you away. I’m merely allowing him the chance to love you as much as the rest of us do.”



A Hathaway Wedding [e-book]


Kev Merripan and Win Hathaway wedding :)

Monday for health
Tuesday for wealth
Wednesday's the best of all
Thursday brings crosses
and Friday losses
but Saturday no luck at all.

and it is nice to read more about Beatrix and her animals, the part in the church with Ollie is so funny!

P.S. If anyone want to read it here is a link: http://media.hbpub.com/stmartins/kleypas/lisakleypasahathawaywedding.pdf

I plan to re-read the whole series soon! I can't stop thinking about it!