You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile.You think my smile is beguiling?
Talvez aquilo fosse a definição do amor, afinal. Querer uma pessoa, precisar dela e a adorar até mesmo nos momentos de fúria, quando se tinha vontade de amarrá-la à cama só para que ela não saísse e c...
A mãe sempre dissera que, quando uma mulher estava bem-vestida, se sentia bem.
Do I look like a mess? she asked.He nodded. But you’re my mess, he whispered.
Just be quiet and accept the praise.
He said he loved me, she whispered.Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent.Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that d...
Then, with a cheeky quirk of his brows, he leaned forward and murmured, Would it be improper of me to admit that I am inordinately flattered by your attention tothe details of my face?Anne snorted out...
– E você, Srta. Bridgerton? Gosta de apostar?– É claro – respondeu ela, surpreendendo-o com a sinceridade. – Mas só quando sei que vou ganhar.
Queria que ela adorasse aquilo, que o amasse e que soubesse, quando sedeitassem nos braços um do outro, suados e exaustos, que pertencia a ele.Porque ele já sabia que pertencia a ela.
Hyacinth, Lady Bridgerton said in a vaguely disapproving voice, do try to speak in complete sentences.Hyacinth looked at her mother with a surprised expression. Biscuits. Are. Good. She cocked her hea...
It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.