Quotes from 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!

Horns. The skull had horns His heart sank. Only one pirate ship bore that flag—the Satyr. To make sure, he looked for the figurehead. When he saw the telltale carving of the mythological half-goat, half-man, he groaned aloud. Then he lifted his glass, and saw the black-haired man standing in the bow. It was the Satyr , all right. And its demon owner Captain Gideon Horn. "Tis the Pirate Lord himself!

Then don't give me a deadline. Let me do it in my own way." "As you have been until now, keeping every man at arm's length, scaring them away with your target shooting?" Gran shook her head. "You cannot fall in love if you do not let a man close. And you will not let a man close unless you have a reason. I know you. If I rescind that ultimatum, you will bury yourself on this estate and never come out.

If we don't get a good day's work out of you, we'll maroon you." He ignored Barnaby's raised eyebrow. They'd never marooned anybody before, even the English nobles they hated, but Gideon meant to put the fear of God into the man.

If you put it up, I'll just take it down again." His voice lowered to a throaty hum, "And you know what happens when I take your hair down.

The wretch was far too handsome for words. Why did God have to give such good looks to such abominable men? First Colonel Taylor, and now this pirate. It was damned unfair. She groaned. The scoundrel even had her cursing. Where did it end?

It was like looking at heaven from the ferry to hell.

You see, Jarret?" she said softly. "It can't work. We want different things. You want to follow the wind where it leads, and I want to dig my roots deep. You're a river, and I'm a tree. The tree can never follow the river, and the river can never stay with the tree.

She had wandered so far from the rules of propriety that she was making up new ones just to keep from sinking into the abyss.

God, but he was sick of missives. Letters were what people resorted to when they didn't want to lie to your face. When they wanted to pretend they weren't ripping your heart out.

I'm a mite worried about how Foodle will respond to being out here," her aunt continued. "She's so sensitive to strange surroundings." Foodle apparently excelled at hiding her sensitivities, for she was chasing her tail with great enthusiasm.

Beneath all his reckless remarks, he is a good man. And he genuinely wants to marry you-after last night at the ball I am certain of that much. So accept his offer, for God's sake. And give me great-grandchildren. That is all I want." "And what about what I want?" "You want him. I can see it whenever you look at him, the same way I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

You didn't do anything to her, did you?" "Nothing that would provoke her to flee." Except ruin her for any other man. And offer her a marriage of the sort she found appalling. And desire her with an intensity that made his throat close up at the thought of her gone.

Hatred only hurts the hater. It does nothing to affected the hated.

Loving is easy. It's finding someone to love you back that's hard.

He shifted her closer, his hand curving into the small of her back to flatten her against his lean, hard body as he showered soft, repentant kisses over her lips and cheeks, her closed eyelids, her tangled hair. "I should've left you on the Chastity ," he whispered against her mouth. "Atlantis is all right for the others but not for you.

But sometimes a little intervention from Fate didn't hurt either. Now if only Fate would keep Oliver from Nathan. The last thing she wanted was to watch the love of her life be hanged for murder.

He'd often ignored his uncle's teachings about gentlemanly behavior, but one stricture he'd always abided by: no man worth his salt took advantage of a woman.

You must think beyond your vengeance

That was the trouble with wild roses - they grew under a man's defenses when he wasn't watching.

I take it that you mean to seduce me," she murmured between kisses. "Yes." Seduce her and marry her. And then seduce her again, as often as he could. "Well then, carry on." So he did.

Dallying? Dallying, mind you?" She marched up the last few steps. "As if I would ever min a million years dally with you." She wouldn't. Really, she wouldn't! His low chuckle behind her put the lie to her words. "Never say never, my lady. A vow like that is sure to come back to bit you in the arse. Which would be a shame, given that you have such a fine one.

Does that sort of blatantly lascivious glance generally sway women to jump into your bed?" she asked tartly. "Often enough to make it worth the attempt.' He grinned. "Besides, it need only work occasionally. "a man must sleep sometime.

Until that moment, he hadn't been sure he would prevail. Any woman brave enough to thrust a blade at him was unpredictable at best, and dangerous at worst.