Quotes from Sabrina Jeffries

Whoever said confession was good for the soul hadn't been forced to take one after half a night's sleep.

A past kiss with adorably bookish Miss Olivia Norley should be barely a memory for Marlowe Drake, the Duke of Thornstock. After all, there are countless debutantes for a reputed rakehell to charm beyond a young lady whose singular passion is chemistry—of the laboratory type. But Thorn has not forgotten—or forgiven—the shocking blackmail scheme sparked by that single kiss, or the damage caused to both their names

Love? Is that what they call this detestable physical state? The cold sweats, the pounding heart, the absolutely choking fear that I might have to live without her?...Then it's a damned nuisance, and I was right to be against it all this time. Good God, I don't think I could go through this more than once in a lifetime

She would put her "naïve American optimism" toward making herself indispensable to him, and she'd win him. Because naïve American optimism beat out English cynicism any day.

just because you can have something doesn't mean you should.

death of Ophelia while she was bringing Sebastian into the world. No

Why do you think so many women have so many children when some of them know how to prevent it?" He tilted his pelvis up against her. "Because we randy fellows are so good at this that we make you forget.

She thinks I'm too...impulsive." "Can't imagine why," Tristan muttered, "when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in pursuit of a thief---

You're my guest, and hosts generally do feed their guests, you know." Her natural ebullience returning, she flashed him an impish smile. "Even when their guests have landed them in a most delicate predicament?" "Especially then. Well-fed guests make less trouble.

Any friend of my cousin's is a friend of mine, sir. How exactly do you know Lady Zoe?" Before Tristan could answer, Zoe jumped in. "We met at some party, did we not, Mr. Bonnaud?" "Yes." Tristan forced a smile. "Clearly a very dull one, since neither of us can remember which one it was.

When I saw the women ranged in the windows, when I saw their calculating looks, assessing my purse...and other things, I realized I didn't want any of them in my bed." ..."That's why I left, princess," he rasped. "Because I realized it was you I wanted in my bed. Only you.

I've never done this with a woman like you before. Never wanted to. I only know... I don't want it to end.

He laid her hand on his jutting cock. "This beast is what I want to put inside you, princess. It will hurt you, I fear, and you'll never be the same." She ran a finger along the length of him, then smiled softly. "I should hope not. How good can a seduction be if one ends up the same afterward?

So you do enjoy my lovemaking?" She lifted an eyebrow. "If you can't tell that, sir, you are blind and deaf and probably stupid." If he'd been a peacock, he would have been strutting about, displaying his feathers.

You are a woman born of secrets and sadness. It will either destroy your future or lead you to greatness. A handsome gentleman with eyes like the sky and hair like a raven's wing will come into your life. If you let him, he will become the hand of your vengeance. If you let him,he will shatter your heart.

That you are the sun in my universe, the moon in my night sky?

Even a ship can become a prison if all you see around you are bars.

Life wasn't for lamenting what you'd lost. It was for enjoying what you had, for however long you got to have it. While it was always terrible to lose those precious to you, it was far more terrible never to have had them at all.

Recimo samo da sam s godinama razvila cini?an stav prema sposobnosti muškaraca da promijene svoje navike.

Ro?ak Michael bio je prvi pokrovitelj škole, povu?eni ?ovjek koji je pisao gospo?i Harris o svemu što bi prema njegovu mišljenju moglo pomo?i bogatim nasljednicama koje poha?aju njenu školu. Madeline je osobito sumnjala da je ro?ak Michael vodio tako povu?en život kao što je tvrdio. No to vjerojatno nikada ne?e otkriti jer nitko nije znao njegov pravi identitet, pa ?ak ni gospo?a Harris.

Poro?nost je samo obrazac lošeg ponašanja, navika koje se razvija s vremenom. Dovoljno je riješiti se te navike.

Are you in love with Rathmoor, then?" "Yes." The answer came without her even thinking about it. Because she was. She probably always had been. She'd told Dom that he'd killed her love for him, but the truth was, it was unkillable. Though she'd thought to root him out of her heart, he'd merely lain dormant in the wintry ground, waiting until spring when he could grow over her heart like the pernicious honeysuckle in Uncle's arbor.

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 not always wise.

Her female vanity was stung by his implication that no man would look at her twice otherwise. Snatching the cap up, she began to hunt for the hairpins scattered across the floor, but he left the door and advanced on her with a muttered curse. "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.