Gareth sucked in a breath. Hyacinth’s brother wasn’t going to make this easy on him. But that didn’t matter. He had vowed to do this right, and he would not be cowed.He looked up, meeting the viscount...
Felicity, Mrs. Featherington interurupted, why don't you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?For the life of him, Colin couldn't imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa's wat...
But if he had indeed blushed-and his cheeks did feel a touch warm-neither of his brothers saw it, because they didn't say anything, and if there was anything in life as certain as, say, the sun rising...
Bridgerton, he grunted. Damn damn damn. Colin Bridgerton was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even the ghost of Napoleon, come down to slice a rapier through his gullet, would have been pre...
I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.
—¿Le han dicho alguna vez que es un poco testaruda?—Constantemente. Es mi único defecto.Escuchó cómo Phillip se reía.—¿El único?—El único que vale la pena comentar.
The female mind was a strange and incomprehensible organ—one which no man should even attempt to understand. There wasn’t a woman alive who could go from point A to B without stopping at C, D, X, and...
This was Penelope, and this was love.
This has to be the most self-centered thing I've ever said, but no, I think you just wanted to vex me.
Reformed rakes make the best husbands,Violet said. Rubbish and you know it.-Anthony to Violet
Oh, bloody hell, Anthony swore... She's got the Mallet of Death.
Mother, Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude,you know I love you dearly—Why is it, Violet pondered, that I have come to expectnothing good when I hear a sentence beginning inthat manner?
Miss. My. Wife.
It was not that he’d changed her; all of the seeds were already there. But with him, she grew.
In his heart, she’d been smiling for him.But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.
I wasn't in any danger, Henry said quickly. Dunford likes to exaggerate.He does? Alex asked, raising his brows.He was very anxious, she told him, then turned to Emma as if she had to explain. He gets...
I should thank you'', she said.His lips stilled, and she felt him smile against his skin. ''For what?''''Everything, really. But mostly for being you
I love you, he said, and it felt as if the whole world settled into place when he finally told her. I love you, and I cannot bear the thought of a moment without you. I want you at my side and in my b...
He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there
He looks like a man.' 'How descriptive,' Susan said in a droll tone. 'Remind me never to advise you to seek work as a novelist.