Sarah MacLean

Gone are the days when heroes are emotionally locked away from the world until the end of the book, and thank goodness…

— Sarah MacLean

Critics seem to forget that every love story is different - that there is uniqueness in even the most commonplace of matches.

— Sarah MacLean

So what's your second suggestion?" "Tread lightly." "That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?" "All right, tread very lightly.

— Sarah MacLean

I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself.

— Sarah MacLean

It didn’t matter the quality of the writing— Callie’s fantasies about her fictional heroes were entirely democratic.

— Sarah MacLean

“We don’t like it when women get uppity.” “Well,” she said, “that is a bit of a problem, as I am feeling…

— Sarah MacLean

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of…

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“She came up on her toes, closing the distance between them as he whispered—more breath than sound—a single devastating word, a word…

— Sarah MacLean

That first meeting - the one where the hero and heroine start the slow burn that takes the whole story to turn…

— Sarah MacLean

“Her eyes widened slightly at the words and she played the last moments of their conservation over in her head. We are…

— Sarah MacLean

“I am happy to pay you," she announced. "For your services." A harsh, strangled sound cut through the room. It came from…

— Sarah MacLean

“Do you love him?' Isabel paused at the question ... She caught a glimpse of herself in a long looking glass, noting…

— Sarah MacLean

Even as she’d come to know the real Ralston—the Ralston who was not cut from heroic cloth—Callie had failed to see the…

— Sarah MacLean

“But, my lady, you seem to have an altogether different admirer who can't take his eyes off you. And, at this particular…

— Sarah MacLean

“She was not expecting him to smile. And so, when he did- a wicked, wolfish grin that shook her to her toes-…

— Sarah MacLean

The most confident of women are those who believe in every scrap of fabric they wear. They are the ones who are…

— Sarah MacLean

“I forbid you from frequenting taverns, public houses, or other establishments of vice.” She snorted in amusement. “Establishments of vice? That’s a…

— Sarah MacLean

“Didn't he? I thought he did that while quite improperly asked you to spend Sunday afternoon with him while you were in…

— Sarah MacLean

“Hear me well. I cannot begin to list all the things about you that are beautiful- a man could lose himself in…

— Sarah MacLean

“Enlighten me, Lord Blackmoor, how should I be wooed, as you put it? I am intrigued by your obvious expertise." He was…

— Sarah MacLean

“I intend to play. We require a dealer." Michael’s gaze snapped to her as Langford sneered, “I will not play cards with…

— Sarah MacLean

You cheated!” He looked at her, wide-eyed with feigned outrage. “I beg your pardon. If you were a man, I would call…

— Sarah MacLean

“What silliness that we must consider the proper order of milk and tea when pouring a cup." Callie swallowed back a laugh.…

— Sarah MacLean

“She pushed and elbowed and knocked and strained to catch him, and finally, she did, reaching out for his hand--adoring the fact…

— Sarah MacLean

Teenagers are asking, 'Who am I?' and 'How do I fit in?' in every aspect of their lives, and the best YA…

— Sarah MacLean

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

— Sarah MacLean

“My whole life, you have made decisions for me." "Your whole life," Georgiana pointed out, "totals nine years.”

— Sarah MacLean

My whole life . . . two and two has made four.”... “But now . . . it’s all gone wrong.” She…

— Sarah MacLean

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of…

— Sarah MacLean

Here's the thing about romance novels: The moment when the hero and heroine discover that they're perfect for each other is often…

— Sarah MacLean

As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.

— Sarah MacLean

“How sad,” she whispered to herself. He heard it. “What?” She shook her head, meeting his gaze, the only thing familiar about…

— Sarah MacLean

“Yes, it had been a perfect match, except for the fact that he had been perfectly in love with someone else.”

— Sarah MacLean

In real life, I'd say that your commitment-phobe/narcissist/bad boy boyfriend is a lost cause, but romance is shelved in fiction for a…

— Sarah MacLean

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it…

— Sarah MacLean

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!

— Sarah MacLean

“If only others knew that Lady Calpurnia Hartwell, proper, well-behaved spinster, entertained deep-seated and certainly unladylike thoughts about fictional heroes.”

— Sarah MacLean

“Her touch became stronger, firmer, and he rewarded her skill with a low growl of pleasure.”

— Sarah MacLean

“Gone is the flower and gone is the crow; gone is the future that promised to grow. Farewell the past, the present,…

— Sarah MacLean

I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I…

— Sarah MacLean