“Yes?" "When you said you weren't angry..." "Yes?" "Were you?" "I was rather annoyed," he admitted. "But not angry?" She sounded as… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“All—all right," she said, looking dubiously at the chair. "I—um, I need to change, though." "I'll just wait in the hall." He… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“I don't think Henrietta suits anyone," she replied. Then she offered him her cheeky smile, and Alex saw in an instant why… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Of course. The team on your carriage was beautiful. They are yours, aren't they?" He ignored her and walked ahead until his… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He rolled his eyes. Why was he surprised about anything having to do with her? Of course she'd be able to lift… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Leaning forward, he set out to conquer Miss Henrietta Barrett the same way he'd conquered women across Britain. Simply by being himself.” — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“No," he said hoarsely, "the chair will do just fine, thank you." "If I know you are uncomfortable, I shan't be able… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He wanted to laugh at the poetic justice of it all. After a couple of years of chasing after women and then… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He always smelled like warm wood and brandy, even when he hadn't had a drop of drink. Funny how he managed that.… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Dunford arrived a few minutes later and gave her an approving nod. "You look lovely, Henry." She smiled her thanks but decided… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He had never expected a title, never expected lands of his own or a household to go with them. His father had… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
