I would give up everything for you, Giulia" I smiled at him gently. "But you must understand. I should never want a man to give up anything for me. I should want him to feel in winning me he has… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
Life is too uncertain... You must seize happiness where you find it. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I never thought to meet a true romantic in the wilds of Africa of all places.” Ryder gestured expansively. “Why not? Africa is the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
I hesitated for all the right reasons. And I accepted for all the wrong ones. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“He slid his arms around her. “Is that how you fixed us together? Magic potions in my evening whisky?” She put her hands into… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I can bear anything as long as I can have a bit of a laugh,” she told herself as she hurried down the street.… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
One is not born English without knowing how to converse easily about the weather. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Men, I had often observed, were never happier than when they believed they were imparting wisdom.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I think people are much the same wherever you go. Some of them good, some of them clever, and some of them with the… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Brisbane put one in mind of wolves and lithe jungle cats, while Edward conjured images of seraphim and slim young saints. It required an… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“I had a vision of you, the first time I stepped into Grey House, the night Edward died. That was why I kept staring… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
If you were a man, your ladyship, I would cordially horsewhip you for that remark. — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
“Africa is a land of dreams and memories. It is rifts of remembrance stitched together with the sighs of time.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
