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
“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
“Will it do?” he asked as he folded his arms over his chest. She turned to him. Her eyes grew shuttered and… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“She should let one of the gentlemen with their little wager and steal a kiss. That would help her cause far more… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“And how is the expectant mother? You mustn't tax yourself, you know.I don't want my nephew born early enough to raise eyebrows."… — 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
“Sharp!" called a voice from outside the stable. It might as well have been the voice of God Himself, only he wasn't… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Why wouldn’t it be a good idea?” she asked. Because the sight of you so delicately perched on your sidesaddle makes my… — 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
“Virginia peered uncertainly at the pistol. "Only powder in it, right?" "Enough to make a very loud bang. But I daresay it… — 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
“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
“He kept stealing glances at Celia that were filled with longing and perhaps desire. Jackson didn’t like that one bit. When he… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You are too kind, my lady. Indeed, you are the most amiable Englishwoman I have ever met." She laughed. The viscount was… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I suppose she’s very proud of you.” “Do you find that surprising?” he drawled. “No!” She cast him a considering glance. “Why… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Forgive me,” he said tightly. “That was uncalled for.” “It certainly was,” Maria said. “She was saying nice things about you.” His… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Jackson…” she whispered. “I love to hear my name on your lips,” he rasped against her ear. “Say it again.” “Jackson…this isn’t… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“But as the evening wore on and he was forced to watch Maria dance with a succession of young and handsome gentlemen,… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I can’t believe you know so little about firearms.” “I can’t believe you know so much,” Devonmont countered. “Never seen a woman… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“At the sound of the heavy knob turning, he cursed under his breath. She was coming in, damn it! To stop Maria… — sabrina jeffries Copy Share Image
“The sight of the duke taking liberties had made something boil up inside Jackson that he couldn't suppress. He'd uncharacteristically acted on… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“It’s no wonder your grandmother despairs of you. God only knows what a trial you are to your poor parents.” The humor… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“In other words, you'll pretend to be someone else in order to snag a husband." "Oh, for heaven's sake," she said defensively,… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You were never as much to blame as you thought,” she told him softly. A brief smile touched his lips. “That’s what… — 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
“You look like a goddess,” he murmured as he raked his eyes down her form. And she melted into a puddle. “Thank… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You see, Lady Celia?" he said in his harsh rasp. "A man can do anything he wants if he has a woman… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Jackson gaped at her, wondering how this had all turned so terrible wrong. But he knew how. The woman was clearly daft.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Speaking of shooting, my lady,” Mr. Pinter said as he came around the table, “I looked over your pistol as you requested.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I no longer require your services." With her head held high, she strode for the door. Hell and blazes, he wouldn't let… — 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
“He tore his mouth from her eager lips to whisper, “Juliet…ah, sweeting…” Only he had ever called her sweeting. “Morgan…” she whispered… — 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
“What you think you are inside doesn’t matter, Morgan.” She hastened over to sit beside him. “In the end, it’s what a… — 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
“If I had other choices, I would have presented them," she snapped. "But if you know of some eligible gentleman you can… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Oliver’s voice said from the window, “It’s about time you returned.” Startled, she dropped the pies. Despite the shadows beneath his eyes,… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I’m the first man you saw today,” he pointed out, “so I’m officially your valentine.” She let out a harsh laugh. “Because… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Ah yes," Gabe said, "Pinter is ever the gallant when it comes to the ladies. He wouldn't risk leaving us alone with… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Mr. Pinter!" He turned to find Lady Celia approaching. "Yes, my lady?" To his surprise, she glanced nervously at the open door to the… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share
“Good lack-a-daisy, Clara!" her aunt reproached her. "The man might dress improperly, but he's behaving like a perfect gentleman otherwise. And being wonderfully kind… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share
Watch it, minx," he warned with a lift of his brow. "If you intend to taunt me for every foolish statement I've made in… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share
