Sabrina Jeffries

“Wait, were you eavesdropping on my conversation with the duke? That's very rude." "Is it? Half of the plays in the world…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“I merely don't like drafts, or servants falling and breaking their ankles, making them incapable of serving me." "I understand completely." Her…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“So, Byrne, did you and Christabel get lost on the way down? Perhaps we should send you a floor plan for next…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“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…

— Sabrina Jeffries

The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Listen carefully, and don’t panic.” With his eyes still on that wretched spot behind her, he slid his right hand slowly to…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“It’s wonderful,” he choked out. “Absolutely wonderful.” He smoothed his hand over her belly. “I can’t imagine anything better than having a…

— Sabrina Jeffries

The best time to write is when your life is in the toilet. Writing offers an escape from your problems, so if…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“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

“You won’t try to kiss me again?” “Given your method for handling that problem? No. I don’t particularly like pain.”

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Suddenly he spotted Gran deep in conversation with Kitty’s closest friend, and relief coursed through him. Gran would squelch the tale at…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Then he happened to glance at the viscount, and his blood stilled. The viscount’s eyes followed Celia’s every move, and his finger…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Mr. Pinter!" He turned to find Lady Celia approaching. "Yes, my lady?" To his surprise, she glanced nervously at the open door…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Good lack-a-daisy, Clara!" her aunt reproached her. "The man might dress improperly, but he's behaving like a perfect gentleman otherwise. And being…

— Sabrina Jeffries

Watch it, minx," he warned with a lift of his brow. "If you intend to taunt me for every foolish statement I've…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Well, she would marry a man who didn't need or want her fortune. Mr. Pinter didn't fall into that category. And given…

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“Does that sort of blatantly lascivious glance generally sway women to jump into your bed?" she asked tartly. "Often enough to make…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“This was certainly a fitting end to Valentine’s Day.” She slanted him a glance. “Tell me, was it really just chance that…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“She planted her hands on her hips. “And what if I bag the most birds?” “Then you get to shoot whomever you…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” he said as he set down the pail to survey the room. “You found water!” “There was…

— Sabrina Jeffries

Don’t be silly. Loving is easy. It’s finding someone to love you back that’s hard.

— Sabrina Jeffries

“She thinks no one would ever marry ‘a reckless society miss’ and a ‘troublemaker.’” He winced to hear his own words thrown…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“Lord help her, she didn’t care where Byrne took her. Let hellfire consume her and the devil steal her soul. Because any…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“What you think you are inside doesn’t matter, Morgan.” She hastened over to sit beside him. “In the end, it’s what a…

— Sabrina Jeffries

“No,” she whispered. “No more.” His breath came hot and heavy against her ear as his arm crept back around her waist.…

— Sabrina Jeffries