“Why would you think there was anything more between me and Mr. Pinter?" Because you blush when his name is mentioned. Because… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Perhaps everything was just as it appeared. Though the girl seemed to be up to something suspicious, it didn't seem to involve… — 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
“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
“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
“Celia realized she'd shocked Mr. Pinter when his thick black brows drew together in a frown. His lean form seemed even more… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Mr. Pinter!" He turned to find Lady Celia approaching. "Yes, my lady?" To his surprise, she glanced nervously at the open door… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Perhaps we could practice together at Marsbury House sometime,” he said. “I would enjoy that.” She ignored the niggle that said encouraging… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“ I'll bet My. Pinter knows his way around a rifle. She scowled. He probably thought he was a grand shot, anyway.… — 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
