Sabrina Jeffries

She thinks I'm too...impulsive.""Can't imagine why," Tristan muttered, "when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in pursuit of a thief---

Any friend of my cousin's is a friend of mine, sir. How exactly do you know Lady Zoe?"Before Tristan could answer, Zoe jumped in. "We met at some party, did we not, Mr. Bonnaud?""Yes." Tristan forced a smile. "Clearly a very dull one, since neither of us can remember which one it was.

I've never done this with a woman like you before. Never wanted to. I only know... I don't want it to end.

He laid her hand on his jutting cock. "This beast is what I want to put inside you, princess. It will hurt you, I fear, and you'll never be the same."She ran a finger along the length of him, then smiled softly. "I should hope not. How good can a seduction be if one ends up the same afterward?

When I saw the women ranged in the windows, when I saw their calculating looks, assessing my purse...and other things, I realized I didn't want any of them in my bed." ..."That's why I left, princess," he rasped. "Because I realized it was you I wanted in my bed. Only you.

She would put her __aïve American optimism_ toward making herself indispensable to him, and she__ win him. Because naïve American optimism beat out English cynicism any day.

Her eyes began to shimmer with tears. __ou . . . you love me?__is heart seemed permanently lodged in his throat. __ore than life. God only knows why you love me, because I sure as hell don__, but I know why I love you. You__e my beacon in the darkness, and my compass on a night sea. When I__ with you, I don__ want to dance with Death. I want to dance with Life. I want to dance with you. And whatever it takes, I mean to spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.

I can think of only one good solution to this dilemma," Diego said, having spent the entire night developing a plan.You sneak into the school and carry her off?" Gaspar quipped.That is the not-so-good solution. And it would be very difficult to sneak into a house full of women without raising an alarm."A cloud descended on Gaspar's brow. "I was not serious. Kidnapping is not a choice.

Advising Mrs. Harris was the least I could do," David said smoothly. "After all, she was the one who brought me and my late wife together."That was stretching it a bit, since all Charlotte had done was give Sarah lessons in how to avoid fortune hunters, thus ensuring that the recalcitrant girl went right out and married the first one who approached her.

What you think you are inside doesn__ matter, Morgan._ She hastened over to sit beside him. __n the end, it__ what a man does, how he acts, that shows his character. And I__e never seen you act anything but nobly.__e lifted his face to hers, astonished at how fiercely she defended him, even after knowing the darkest secrets of his soul. __ow can you be so sure of my character when I__ not even sure of it myself?___ can__ help it,_ she said, her voice trembling. She dropped her eyes to the bench, turmoil showing in her sweet features. __ love you. And loving someone means believing in them.__he loved him? Despite knowing what he was? A fierce joy seized him before he could prevent it. He caught her by the chin and forced her to look at him, but her clear blue eyes held no hint of deception. __od help you if you don__ mean that, ma belle ange.

Terence: As my old da used to tell me, 'never trust a rich man'.David: Good thing I'm only moderately rich.Terence: Which is why I only moderately distrust you.

Lucy: I don't understand men.Nettie: What is there to understand? If you feed 'em regular-like and give 'em a bit of 'sugar' now and then, they're easy enough. And if they don't behave, you just toss 'em out on their arses. That's what I always say.

The man is always the last to know whenCupid has struck him-Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress