“what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings.” — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“But was this the touted bliss of love that she'd read about in Madame Sand's spicy novels? It was not the crushing sensation she'd expected, but rather feathery and weightless. How lightly had his hand covered hers! And how much… — Enid Shomer Copy Share Image
