Christina Boyd

“I run. At least five miles a day.” When he saw her look of appreciation, he felt compelled to add, “Usually more.”

— Christina Boyd

“There are a million ways a man can become a Mr. Darcy.” “True.” “But it takes an Elizabeth Bennet to see them.”

— Christina Boyd

“Dearest? Are you awake?” I could feel her drawing near me, sitting up in the bed to peer over my shoulder. I…

— Christina Boyd

“Go, you beautiful girl. Go before I cannot let you leave.”

— Christina Boyd

“You don’t think that literature can be a reflection of real life?” “Sure it can. But, like I said, Mr. Darcy isn’t…

— Christina Boyd

“wanted her and no force on Earth could stop my craving! When, at last, we parted slightly, I took no more than…

— Christina Boyd

“A very different sort of prayer—most certainly not for the sick and dying—rose within him as his gaze remained fixed on the…

— Christina Boyd

“You might find Fitzwilliam Darcy in disguise, including his imperfections, as numerous other literary paragons and film icons such as Gilbert Blythe,…

— Christina Boyd

“A vision of a breathlessly satiated Elizabeth in my bed—her tussled tresses, flushed skin—invaded my brain.”

— Christina Boyd

“Show me Elizabeth.” The mirror flashed and she was there.”

— Christina Boyd

“She carried a bouquet of borage and dahlias in her hands. For courage and dignity?”

— Christina Boyd

“You…dream of me?” “Every night. With excruciating clarity.”

— Christina Boyd

“I knew by the slim shoulders, exactly the right height, by the tapering body and now, the laugh, ringing out over the…

— Christina Boyd

“Am I too early?” she whispered, placing her hands in mine. “You are quite late for my impatience.”

— Christina Boyd

“A slender form wrapped in a dark cloak that billowed behind her—very much like another apparition, the impression enhanced by their eerie…

— Christina Boyd

“She’d kissed me. Eliza Bennet kissed me. I shook my head, feeling a smile tug at my lips. I took out the…

— Christina Boyd

“And how are you bearing up, now that you cling to your bachelorhood by only the slimmest of edges? Will you mourn…

— Christina Boyd

“Take me home,” she said. “To Pemberley.” And I obeyed my wife, my Elizabeth. The beauty who had tamed the beast of…

— Christina Boyd

“Even now as she smugly arched her brow at me, her neck curving up to my inspection as she anticipated my reply—God…

— Christina Boyd

“However, that publisher did nothing with the book but allow dust to collect, and when she applied to have the rights revert…

— Christina Boyd

“Kiss me, Rose” was all I could manage, and my beautiful girl—well, they say a gentleman does not kiss and tell....”

— Christina Boyd

“I have already been once refused.” “By Elizabeth?” Mr. Gardiner cried incredulously. Pursing his lips into a thin, hard line, Darcy merely…

— Christina Boyd

“Closing her eyes as she swallowed her last bite, she licked her lips and exhaled her satisfaction. Darcy licked his lips, too,…

— Christina Boyd

“But I was out of my mind heartbroken enraged not then master enough of myself to know what could or ought to…

— Christina Boyd

“The truth is, sir...I require a rake. And only the best will do.”

— Christina Boyd