“It amazes me, Saint, that you can own so few redeemable qualities and still be so likable.” — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“I don't think there'll be a next time, my lady.” Saint smiled. “But thank you for the offer.” Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You're welcome. My, my, manners. Where have you been—church?” — 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
“Even the way he was the only man she’d ever met who both could and dared to hold up his side of a conversation… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“What?” she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. He shook himself. “What what?” “You’re smiling. That scares me.” — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
“Lady Anne Bishop, he was coming to realize to his growing delight, was far more complex than he'd anticipated. Each moment the plans he'd… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
