“Does that sort of blatantly lascivious glance generally sway women to jump into your bed?" she asked tartly. "Often enough to make… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I've never done this with a woman like you before. Never wanted to. I only know... I don't want it to end.” — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“When I saw the women ranged in the windows, when I saw their calculating looks, assessing my purse...and other things, I realized… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“She thinks I'm too...impulsive." "Can't imagine why," Tristan muttered, "when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill." "No, indeed. What good is a dead husband?" She… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Dallying? Dallying, mind you?" She marched up the last few steps. "As if I would ever min a million years dally with… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“He laid her hand on his jutting cock. "This beast is what I want to put inside you, princess. It will hurt… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Any friend of my cousin's is a friend of mine, sir. How exactly do you know Lady Zoe?" Before Tristan could answer,… — 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
