“Yes, it is.” Bennett blew out his breath. “You can’t expect me to…sit in the morning room and chat about the weather with her mother, and hold her yarn while she knits, and…wait five weeks before I attempt to hold… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“Talking to yourself?" Her father turned the corner of the house to join her amid the rows of roses. Sneaking was evil, she decided. "No. I was… just conversing with the new rosebush," she stammered, feeling her cheeks warm. "Ah.… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. —The Monster, Frankenstein” — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“A ridiculous oversight I mean to address at the earliest opportunity. Women dress to please men. Why shouldn’t men then be in on the… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“How many of us have gazed at a man and thought, ‘yes, him,’ only to have him pay his attentions to someone else? And… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“Shh, May,' Felicity said soothingly, glancing behind her. She absolutely did not want Rafe to come out and say something stupidly noble. They were… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“Saint took a seat at the main faro table at the Society club. “What the devil is a ladies' political tea?” Tristan Carroway, Viscount… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“If a marriage is valued at ten thousand, surely I might have a waltz for three hundred." Her fingers clenched into very determined-looking fists.… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“You want Felicity. And you're trying to buy her.' Deerhurst shoved him backward. 'What if I am? How is that different from you keeping… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“I had a thought," Bradshaw said into the silence. "Amazing," Tristan returned dryly.” — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“Gentlemanly behavior isn't just opening doors: to make an impression, you have to be concerned over a lady's needs at least as much as… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“One can only hope." He took a step toward her, so only a few scant inches separated them. A white cascade of glittering light… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
