“Is the princess still in the fitting room?" "Oh no, darling. She appeared about half an hour ago. Poured herself a black coffee, and looked longingly at the cakes. That child is starving herself if you ask me. Now she's… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“Aren't you going a little overboard?" I asked, picturing a day ahead of me trying to find these items in a town I didn't know. "Nonsense, darling. What's the point of a party if you don't go overboard." I sat on the sofa watching her, admiring her. Not only was she beautiful, but she had a wonderful way of shaking… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share
We should all have personal hot air balloons and drift serenely through the clouds. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“I gather you weren't keen on going back to Scotland with your brother at this time of year. I don't say I blame you. Terribly bleak and cutoff in the winter." "Oh no, Mom," I said, as her words sunk in. "My brother is not going back to Scotland. He and my sister-in-law are going to the Riviera." The Riviera?… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share
“Wow, holy cow, hubba hubba, gee whiz. That was some guy. Don’t tell me he’s your main squeeze!” “My what?” “Your honey. Your sugar. Isn’t that right word?” “In England we’re a little less colorful with our language. “So you say it?” “Boyfriend? Escort?” “And is he?” “Obviously not anymore,” I said with a sigh.” — Rhys Bowen Copy Share
“So none of the young men we encountered during our season gave you hot pants for them? Belinda! Your language. I've been mingling with… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“It's not her fault she can't cook." "You are too nice natured, darling. You won't get anywhere in this world being kind and generous. You must turn into a lioness like me and gobble up people who disagree with you." "I'm not very good at gobbling," I said. "And I want to like people, and be liked by them." She… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share
Why is it that there is this misconception that dark equals good. That only applies to chocolate. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
“A man in love does not notice the cut of the dress, but rather a face of a beloved.” — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
Full of fun, over-the-top characters and witty prose, with a touch of gay romance that is equally pleasing to straight readers. The Edwin Drood… — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
