Quotes from Sabrina Jeffries

You're a good man, Cap'n Horn. I know that Miss Willis would be here with you if she could." "She will be here with me. She'll be here if I have to scour all of the confounded British Isles to find her.

Well, Edwin?" Jane asked anxiously. "Would he hurt her?" Blakeborough squeezed Jane's shoulder, then left his hand resting there. That seemed remarkably intimate for a man who supposedly had only a platonic-sounding "arrangement" with her. Dom tamped down his urge to go knock the earl's hand from here into the next county.

Perhaps everything was just as it appeared. Though the girl seemed to be up to something suspicious, it didn't seem to involve any deep feelings for Mr. Pinter. Now if only she could be as sure about Mr. Pinter's feelings for Celia...

And she had thought Oliver insulting! At least now she knew where he got it from. Heavens alive, what a family! She almost felt sorry for him, having a grandmother that condescending. No wonder he had thought his plan would work.

I'll join you, sir. You'll need help finding your way about the estate." His lips tightened into a disapproving line. "Begging your pardon, Lady Rosalind, but I didn't have a nursemaid when I was three, so I certainly don't need one now. I'm perfectly capable of navigating an estate alone." "I'm sure you are - indeed, you demonstrated a remarkable proficiency for it last night, and in a strange house, too.

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

If Dom has taught me anything, it's that given the choice between a marriage of convenience and no marriage at all, I would choose the latter." "But what you're really angling for is a marriage for love." When she cast him a sad smile, Edwin rolled his eyes. "You and Yvette are both cloyingly romantic." "Which is probably why neither of us has managed to gain a husband.

Sometimes getting information from him was like unraveling a carpet one strand at a time.

I don't want to be the river anymore. I want to be the earth that the tree roots in. And I believe that I can, if you'll be my tree. Will you?

It's not your instincts that are the problem. It's your tendency to drown them in a bottle.

Darling, you have a brother fond of holding a gun on me, a sister who can shoot anything that moves, two other brothers who've repeatedly threatened to thrash me, and a grandmother who buys off constables. Do you really think I'm fool enough to antagonize them by committing adultery?

Deuce take it, he was in over his head. But it didn't matter. He'd ruined her, and marriage was the only way to fix that. "Oliver?" she whispered. He stared down at her delicate features, flushed from their exertions, and felt the same swell of possessiveness that had made him claim her with all the subtlety of an ox. Mine…mine…mine. The words still rang in his ears. Definitely in over his head.

Why did Mama say that? Had Papa made her angry again? He made her angry a lot. Gran said it was on account of his "hores." One time Celia asked Nurse what a hore was, and Nurse paddled her and told her that was a bad word. Then why did Papa have them?

Well, perhaps she had a little of his pride. She'd certainly found plenty when he was making her sound like some lofty lady who couldn't live without "fanciful creatures of sugar paste" to decorate her birthday cake.

The irony didn't escape her, that after years of reading with fascination about swindlers and cheats caught by the authorities, she should be the victim of one. Crime lost a great deal of its appeal when it happened to you.

Because apparently I'm more selfish than I thought. I simply can't bear to be without her." Stoneville's expression softened. "Now that's what you should say when next you see her." "And when might that be?" Jackson asked.

Lord Hartley has strict requirements for his heir's prospective wife, particularly that she have "a striking appearance and a presentable wit." One only hopes that the heir apparent recognizes what his father does not—that a woman with a presentable appearance and a striking wit is far more interesting. L

We would never have tracked him down if you hadn't followed him." "Or if Jane hadn't convinced Meredith to tell us where the house is," Tristan said. "Your fiancé is quite a woman." "I know." And she never ceased to amaze him.

But it seems to me that worrying about every 'if' only leads to being alone and unhappy. Life makes us no promises.

Her mouth formed a silent "O" to

I've seen how he looks at you. It's how I look at the last bit of bacon on the serving plate. He likes you"--Cousin Freddy to Maria.

Like a swan, she made no sound.

He slipped into the hall, then nearly tripped over a man sitting in the middle. It was his friend Dr. Roget, whose project of grouping words by their types absorbed his every hour these days. Anthony tried to sneak past, but no such luck.

What way am I looking at him?" she asked. "Like he's marzipan, and you want a bite