“And don’t call me ‘my lord.’ That’s what servants do. You’re my fiancée, remember?” He sounded irritated. “I’ll call you Maria, and you should probably call me by my Christian name-Oliver.” An unusual name for an English lord. “Where you… — 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
