Quotes from Jillian Hunter

The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayston Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he had seen in a long time. Not that he made a point of lusting after young women in wedding dresses, but he had been staring at the back of her for over two hours now. A normal man's curiosity could not help but be aroused. What else was he to look at? He wondered whether the rest of her was appealing.

The late Dominic Breckland, Viscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.

Lord Sedgecroft--" "Ssh. It isn't polite to interrupt me when I'm kissing you.

Heath slid two fingers beneath Adrian's white neckcloth to feel his pulse. "In that case, I can state with complete confidence that he shall be all right." "Then why isn't he moving?" she asked in a distraught voice. Heath smiled. "Ask him." She looked down into a pair of hazel eyes smoldering with unholy mirth. Adrian's lean cheek pressed into the curve of her breast. A wolf, indeed.

A god in the hand is worth two on Olympus.

Long live tomorrow's foolish whims.

The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayson Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he hadseen in quite a long time. Not that he made a point of lusting after young women in wedding dresses, but he had been staring at the back of her for over two hours now.

You look even better than you did before," he added in a quiet voice. "I'm the one returning to the party with his rhubarb at full rise.

Is that why the top three buttons of your riding jacket are unfastened?" Miranda asked with an innocent look. "Because you were showing him your bulbs?

Do you really think I'm bad?" "Of course, Jane. Every woman is, if given the chance.

The late Dominic Breckland, Voscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.