“Until that moment, he hadn’t been sure he would prevail. Any woman brave enough to thrust a blade at him was unpredictable… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Sometimes getting information from him was like unraveling a carpet one strand at a time.” — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Life is like an overgrown garden. You can spend your time cursing the weeds, or you can work to pull them out.… — 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… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
She didn't want to think about how wrong this was or how foolish it was to give herself to a known seducer.… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“What offended you this time? His charming manner? His too broad smile? His well-groomed appearance?" "I don't like him," she said with… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You are a woman born of secrets and sadness. It will either destroy your future or lead you to greatness. A handsome… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“You were just too young. And in the wrong place at the wrong time in my life." "A likely excuse. I haven't… — 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… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Oliver’s voice said from the window, “It’s about time you returned.” Startled, she dropped the pies. Despite the shadows beneath his eyes,… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I have to second Gran’s thanks for not giving up on me.” “I did consider it a few times,” she teased. “But… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Well, she would marry a man who didn't need or want her fortune. Mr. Pinter didn't fall into that category. And given… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Trying to rewrite the past was a child's game, a pointless, ridiculous child's game no one ever won.” — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“Forgive me,” he said tightly. “That was uncalled for.” “It certainly was,” Maria said. “She was saying nice things about you.” His… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“I’ve imagined you like this…many times…naked, sharing my bed,” he rasped, the fervent words warming her, making her relax. “You have no… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“When Oliver called time a few moments later, she’d beaten them all. But she’d beaten Mr. Pinter by only one bird. “It… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
“If it’s any consolation,” he murmured, “I had a miserable time last night.” “Good. You deserved to.” She smiled. “Not that I… — 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
