Quotes from Sabrina Jeffries

And when he'd hurried out as soon as Jane had been taken from the room, Louisa had mumbled something derogatory about the entire male sex.He hadn't taken offense. How could he? Molly was screaming her blasted head off and enduring hours and hours of pain, all to bring forth a child without her husband. At that moment, he had the utmost respect for women and nothing but contempt for himself and his kind.

Stoneville seems like a decent enough chap." She stifled a hysterical laugh. "Oh, yes, quite decent. We met him in a brothel, and he's blackmailing us into deceiving his grandmother.

She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London.

No one had ever told them they were worth saving, and they were taught to believe they were forever lost to a world of thievery, prostitution and murder. But it wasn't true. They were capable of more. She could tell from the way some of them helped each other, the way others sat down at once to begin sewing, the way Ann took aside one of the little boys and patiently showed him how to pick a pocket—

No wonder Gran had managed to run a brewery with such success for the past twenty-two years. She was a Machiavelli in skirts.

Only one thing had her balking: his cool kiss. Especially when compared to Mr. Pinter's hot ones. Curse that man. No matter how much she told herself his kisses hadn't meant anything, her wounded pride wanted to believe otherwise. Her wounded pride insisted they'd been too passionate to be meant only as a lesson. Her wounded pride was a blasted nuisance.

Don't be a coward, driving away anyone who cares enough to see you for yerself. It's easy to live yer life alone, son. It takes courage to live with another. But in the end, yer life can be so much richer for it

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. I assumed it was a common practice.

I also heard that Lord Maxwell keeps a goat in his bedchamber, but you don't see me sending someone to milk it. One mustn't let idle gossip govern one's actions.

Speak of my future wife in anything but the most reverent of tones again, and it will be pistols at dawn.

I'm suggesting that you let someone inside that empty room you call a heart. Whether you make her your wife or your mistress, a man's bed is decidedly warmer if there's a fire burning in something other than his cock.

I won't remain in a marriage where you refuse to trust me, to take some chances for my sake. Abigail Mercer

Why are you showing this to me?" "It's yours." Petey snapped his head up to find that the pirate was no longer smiling. "I mean it. It's yours. I have no use for it. What good is a scepter in paradise?" Setting the scepter down carefully on the table, Petey eyed the pirate with suspicion. "And why would you be wantin' to give it to me?" "Can't you guess? I want you to give up your claim to Miss Willis.

He comes, so I must go. But be bold. He is your husband, no? The worst he can do is wound your pride," she pointed to Eleanor's chest. " he cannot hurt your heart unless you let him

Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill." "No, indeed. What good is a dead husband?" She smiled airily. "I go dressed to maim only.

Will it do?" he asked as he folded his arms over his chest. She turned to him. Her eyes grew shuttered and any sign of pleasure vanished from her face. "I suppose I can endure it." As if he couldn't tell she liked it.

So, good day, Your Grace." She started to close the door, but he pushed forward to block the motion. When she lifted her livid gaze, she found him staring at her with the merest hint of respect. "Forgive me, madam, it appears that you and I got off on the wrong foot." "You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.

Forgive me, madam, it appears that you and I got off on the wrong foot." "You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.

Clearly she didn't get out into society nearly enough. Her pulse had no taste in men whatsoever.

The captain scowled at her. Then he threw Petey to the floor with a coarse oath, knocking the scrimshaw and the carving knife from Petey's hands. Petey gasped for breath as Captain Horn hovered over him, wearing the look of a man who'd just been struck in the noggin by a yardarm and was itching to tear apart the one who'd done it.

What really kept us apart for so long, what we both forgot, is that we are stronger together. Separately, we remember our weaknesses and our self-doubts and we falter.

Her corset dropped to the floor, and he swept his hands up to cup her breasts. "I'm just ungentlemanly enough to prefer a woman's real flesh, Angel. I like the softness, the fullness of it. If I wanted to feel whalebone, I'd fondle a whale.

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 of his saber. "What am I not supposed to be panicking about?" she snapped. He was scaring her to death, the wretch, and probably for nothing!

Gideon went still. All his pleasure at having her there abruptly vanished. His mother? Silas had told her about his mother? That blasted old fool. When Gideon got his hands on him, he'd yank his beard out.