The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress — 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
She didn't want to think about how wrong this was or how foolish it was to give herself to a known seducer.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
A teacher had once told them that men were either beasts, gentlemen, or beasts masquerading as gentlemen. Might there be a fourth… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
Terence: As my old da used to tell me, 'never trust a rich man'. David: Good thing I'm only moderately rich. Terence:… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
A man is what he is and no fancy lodgings or fine clothes will change that (Daniel Brennan) — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
How do you know it won't be duels at dawn when you tell him you've accepted my proposal of marriage?" "Don't be… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
Lucy: I don't understand men. Nettie: What is there to understand? If you feed 'em regular-like and give 'em a bit of… — 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
