“Penelope! Marriage proposals from wealthy, eligible young men do not blossom on trees!” Particularly not in January, I wouldn’t think.” — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
He was struck dumb at the words though he should not be surprised; his wife kept him in a perpetual state of… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“He's nice enough. He likes dogs." She looked to Penelope. "As does Tommy." "This is what we've come to? Choosing our potential… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
Let me be clear. Last I was aware you were neither my husband nor my father nor my King. Therefore, any control… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“Hardworking worms that had left the life they’d known—and all its comforts—and spun cocoons, preparing for a life they did not understand… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“I really don't think anyone can blame us for wanting no part of the marriage mart if she is already the belle… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” Chase asked. “I sleep.” Not much. “How long since you’ve slept more than an… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“She supposed the lake was part of her dowry, now. Michael would have to ask permission to fish there. He would have… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
Juliana?” the words were low and far—too calm for her husband, who had found that he rather enjoyed the full spectrum of… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“I'm not a wife, or a mother, or a pillar of the ton," she waved her unharmed arm as though the life… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
Fortuitous mostly for me,Lady Holloway," she said, her gaze steadfast on her husband. "For without our being childhgood neighbors, I am certain… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“{Calpurnia)"My mother…she’s desperate for a daughter she can dress like a porcelain doll. Sadly, I shall never be such a child. How… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“You realize that is you allow me to court you, all your opposition to marriage is going to have to be reconsidered."… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“You think my feelings toward you apathetic? You think you bore me?” “Don’t I?” He shook his head slowly, continuing toward her, stalking her… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
He raked his fingers through his hair. "She doesn't need me." Ralston smirked. "You are laboring under that mistaken impression that it is their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“Do you love him?' Isabel paused at the question ... She caught a glimpse of herself in a long looking glass, noting her shape… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
I practice loving-kindness meditation, which cultivates compassion and equanimity. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“What do I win?” she whispered in his ear. He grinned. “What would you like?” “You.” So simple. So perfect. “I am yours,” he… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
By the time I was 10 or 12, I had discovered the lure of the romance genre - and the dusty copy of 'The… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
You plan to be a challenge, do you?" Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“She leveled Penelope with a look. “Penelope, you must think, darling! When your father dies! What then?” Lord Needham looked up from his pheasant.… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
In books by women and for women, it should come as no surprise that heroines are the heroes of the action, finding themselves, their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
“She did not know how long he stood caressing her before he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed his mouth to the… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth. — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
No doubt, much of the joy of a great romance is the moment when these stoic heroes crack open and reveal themselves to their… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share
