“Oh, for pity’s sake,” she muttered, but stopped fighting him. After a moment of enduring the indignity of having his hands on… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You needn’t manhandle me,” she hissed, though she didn’t fight him. “Trust me, Miss Butterfield, you’ll know when I’m manhandling you.” He… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“We’ll stay tonight. Then I’ll see.” Thank God. He nodded, then moved rather stiffly to her side. She hesitated. “I’m sorry I… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“He shifted her closer, his hand curving into the small of her back to flatten her against his lean, hard body as… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You’re leaving me alone?” she squeaked. “You’ll be fine.” He handed her the pistol. “Shoot if you have to.” His eyes gleamed… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
Watch it, minx," he warned with a lift of his brow. "If you intend to taunt me for every foolish statement I've… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You’ll definitely find one or two of the maids walking about tomorrow morning with their hands over their eyes for fear they’ll… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Tell me something, Your Grace. Do you find me at all...appealing as a woman?" He appeared startled. "Forgive me. I suppose my… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“It’s wonderful,” he choked out. “Absolutely wonderful.” He smoothed his hand over her belly. “I can’t imagine anything better than having a… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Suddenly he spotted Gran deep in conversation with Kitty’s closest friend, and relief coursed through him. Gran would squelch the tale at… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Oliver had been kind to her in many respects. He'd kept his word and hired Mr. Pinter. He'd offered to buy her… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Mr. Pinter!" He turned to find Lady Celia approaching. "Yes, my lady?" To his surprise, she glanced nervously at the open door… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I merely don't like drafts, or servants falling and breaking their ankles, making them incapable of serving me." "I understand completely." Her… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“That’s a much better kiss than the one you gave her when you won the shooting match!” “And a much better proposal… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Did he suggest taking you for a walk in the moonlight?" "How did you know?" Virginia sighed. "That's what he does. I… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Now, then,” he said, returning to the head of the table, “I think you should know that Gran’s original requirement is still… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“This was certainly a fitting end to Valentine’s Day.” She slanted him a glance. “Tell me, was it really just chance that… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I can only imagine the sort of havoc Oliver must have wreaked as a boy.” Oliver handed Minerva in, then climbed in… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Looks like you’ve been busy,” he said as he set down the pail to survey the room. “You found water!” “There was… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“She planted her hands on her hips. “And what if I bag the most birds?” “Then you get to shoot whomever you… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“But she doesn’t love him.” Mrs. Plumtree cast him a searching glance. “How do you know?” Because she spent the afternoon in… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Then he happened to glance at the viscount, and his blood stilled. The viscount’s eyes followed Celia’s every move, and his finger… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Though I’m surprised that you read novels.” “I do have other interests than shooting, you know.” “I never said otherwise.” “But you… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I now understand why you’re determined to thwart her,” Maria went on. “She does have a hateful side.” He stared down into… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“She thinks no one would ever marry ‘a reckless society miss’ and a ‘troublemaker.’” He winced to hear his own words thrown… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“No,” she whispered. “No more.” His breath came hot and heavy against her ear as his arm crept back around her waist.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“He strode forward, heedless of the murmuring that began among the women when they saw him. Then Sara turned, and her gaze… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Because you deserve a duke, damn it!” A troubled expression furrowed his brow. “You deserve a man who can give you the… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I'm investigating Lady Celia's potential suitors." "Oh," she said in a small voice. He glanced at her, surprised to find her looking… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You do that a great deal, don’t you?” He swallowed the rest of his wine. “What?” “Close up into yourself whenever someone… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“As he strode across the room after Lady Tarley, Maria found herself smiling. She ought to be furious with him, knowing that… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I suppose you mean to scandalize society by announcing your betrothal to Miss Butterfield tonight.” “Of course,” Oliver said, without a trace… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Do you love him?” “I wish people would stop asking me that,” Celia muttered under her breath. “What people?” “Gran.” She swallowed.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Faintly, Sara heard a noise from somewhere above them, the grating of wood against wood, but she thrust the sound from her… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Not until you eat." "Oh, for God's sake, Aunt Ada-" "None of that swearing, now. If you mean to be chosen as… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Celia froze. She couldn't believe it-Proper Pinter was kissing her. Hard, boldly, with more feeling than the duke. Good heavens. Stung by… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Apparently, Stoneville meant to gain his amusement solely from watching Jackson bait Celia. Jackson wasn’t entirely sure why, but neither did he… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“ I'll bet My. Pinter knows his way around a rifle. She scowled. He probably thought he was a grand shot, anyway.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Pinter is leaving for the day?” Isaac commented. “That’s a pity.” “Why?” “Haven’t you noticed how he looks at Celia sometimes? I… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“What an idiot he was! Had he really thought he could get away with kissing a marquess's daughter? And not just any… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Wait, were you eavesdropping on my conversation with the duke? That's very rude." "Is it? Half of the plays in the world contain eavesdropping.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I merely don't like drafts, or servants falling and breaking their ankles, making them incapable of serving me." "I understand completely." Her gaze held… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“So, Byrne, did you and Christabel get lost on the way down? Perhaps we should send you a floor plan for next time. The… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I wish you'd tell the truth, but since I know that isn't preferable--" "The truth is always preferable, my dear. It's just not always… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Listen carefully, and don’t panic.” With his eyes still on that wretched spot behind her, he slid his right hand slowly to the hilt… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“It’s wonderful,” he choked out. “Absolutely wonderful.” He smoothed his hand over her belly. “I can’t imagine anything better than having a child with… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
The best time to write is when your life is in the toilet. Writing offers an escape from your problems, so if you force… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“That’s all she cared about—protecting her brother, who was probably some fop with a lame sword hand and a fear of pistols!” — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You won’t try to kiss me again?” “Given your method for handling that problem? No. I don’t particularly like pain.” — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Suddenly he spotted Gran deep in conversation with Kitty’s closest friend, and relief coursed through him. Gran would squelch the tale at once. And… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Then he happened to glance at the viscount, and his blood stilled. The viscount’s eyes followed Celia’s every move, and his finger kept stroking… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
