“You’re a bundle of questions this afternoon, aren’t you?” “I wouldn’t have to be,” she retorted, clearly regaining her wits, “if you’d… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Miss Bridgerton,” he said, “the devil himself couldn’t scare you.” She forced her eyes to meet his. “That’s not a compliment, is… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“when he found her, upstairs in the hall outside her bedchamber, her hair had gone white. As, it seemed, had the rest… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
