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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Must you say things like that in public, for God's sake?" "What do you mean?" He lowered his voice to a hiss.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Manton told me I was one of the first to have it.” “ One of the first,” Jackson emphasized. “It appears Lady… — 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
“I’ve imagined you like this…many times…naked, sharing my bed,” he rasped, the fervent words warming her, making her relax. “You have no… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You sound like Gran.” “I don’t mind. I’m beginning to like her.” “I like her, too-when she’s not plaguing the hell out… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Are you hurt? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” “No, miss, just my pride.” He cast her a rueful smile. “Don’t fret… — 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
“Aren’t you still worried Gran will cut me off, and you’ll be saddled with a spoiled wife and not enough money to… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Half inebriated, he vaulted up the stairs to find them lolling in chairs in the hall outside Maria’s door. Gabe clasped a… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“We’ve known his family forever. He doesn’t seem to care about the scandal in ours, and he’s an excellent shot-“ “That would… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Shall we, my lady?" "You go on," she said coolly. "I need to speak to Mr. Pinter alone." Glancing from her to… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You may find this hard to believe, Mr. Pinter," she went on defensively, "but some men enjoy my company. They consider me… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Maria managed to avoid Oliver for most of St. Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t difficult-apparently he spent half of it sleeping off his… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I have to second Gran’s thanks for not giving up on me.” “I did consider it a few times,” she teased. “But… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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 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
“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
“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
“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
“And he was leveling the pistol on Gideon as if he itched to fire it. “What do you want with me? Is… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Whatever she might have said was drowned out when the door to her cabin swung open and slammed against the wall. She… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“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
“She realized she’d been staring only when he said, his voice lower and huskier, “Who are you looking for?” His words snapped… — 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
“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
