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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0492829 | Como tiene el ojo? -pregunto ella. Tenia peor aspecto con la fuerte luz diurna, casi como si la magulladura se extendiera sobre el caballete de su nariz. Pero al menos ahora sabia de que color tenia los ojos: azul claro intenso. Era casi absurdo lo mucho que le habia intrigado aquello. -No me molesta demasiado si no me lo toco -le dijo-. Intente reprimirse y no arrojarme piedras a la cara, se lo agradecere de corazon. -Todos mis planes para.. | romance | Julia Quinn | |
| dceefb5 | With Mary standing in the hall, Kate and Anthony exited out the doorway and headed west on Milner Street. "I usually stay to the smaller streets and make my way up to Brompton Road," Kate explained, thinking that he might not be very familiar with this area of town, "then take that to Hyde Park. But we can walk straight up Sloane Street, if you prefer." "Whatever you wish," he demurred. "I shall follow your direction." "Very well," Kate r.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| edcdff9 | It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sheffield," he said politely. "I do hope you will favor me with one of your dances this evening." "I-- Of course." She cleared her throat. "I would be honored." "Kate," Mary said, nudging her softly, "show him your dance card." "Oh! Yes, of course." Kate fumbled for her dance card, which was tied prettily to her wrist with a green ribbon. That she had to fumble for anything actually tied to her body was.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| e8f4d77 | Anthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair, regarded his scotch with a thoughtful expression as he swirled it about, and then announced, "I'm thinking about getting married." Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested-- tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs-- fell over. Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 11a5af2 | Lady Whistledown always had all the latest , and unlike other columnists, she wasn't hesitant about using people's full names. Having decided last week, for example, that Kate didn't look good in yellow, she wrote, clear as day: "The color yellow makes the dark-haired Miss Katharine Sheffield look like a singed daffodil." Kate hadn't minded the insult. She'd heard it said on more than one occasion that one could not consider oneself "arri.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 7819498 | With great reluctance-- sitting in the chair with Kate and doing nothing but hold her was surprisingly satisfying-- he stood, lifting her in his arms as he did so, and then set her back in the chair. "This has been a delightful interlude," he murmured, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead. "But I fear your mother's early return. I shall see you Saturday morning?" She blinked. "Saturday?" "A superstition of my mother's," he said with.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 78a0c61 | He still had dreams about it. Certainly not nightmares - it could not be worth the energy. But every month or so he woke up from one of those annoying visions where he was back at school (rather absurdly at his current age of eight-and-twenty). It was always of a similar nature. He looked down at his schedule and suddenly realized he'd forgotten to attend Latin class for an entire term. Or arrived for an exam without his trousers. | Julia Quinn | ||
| fab6696 | You should thank your lucky stars that you have them," Sophie said, her voice more forceful than it had been all afternoon. "I'd give anything for--" But she didn't finish her sentence. "You'd give anything for what?" Benedict asked, surprised by how much he wanted to hear her answer. She gazed soulfully out the window as she replied, "To have a family like yours." "You have no one," he said, his words a statement, not a question. "I've.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| ca05b3e | There's more, you know," he whispered, letting his breath caress her ear. "I'm sure there must be," she replied, her voice mere breath. "You are?" he asked teasingly, squeezing her again. "I'm not so green that I think one can make a baby from what we've been doing." "I'd be happy to show you the rest," he murmured. "Not-- Oh!" He'd squeezed again, this time allowing his fingers to tickle her skin. He loved that she couldn't think whe.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 2c80c36 | He was taking a nap," Kate explained. "He's a very sound sleeper." But once awake, Newton refused to be left out of the action, and with a slightly more awake bark, he leaped up onto the chair, landing on Kate's lap. "Newton!" she squealed. "Oh, for the love of--" But Anthony's mutterings were cut short by a big, sloppy kiss from Newton. "I think he likes you," Kate said, so amused by Anthony's disgusted expression that she forgot to be.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| ec29861 | His mouth moved along the line of her jaw to her neck, pausing only to whisper, "Where is your mother?" "Out," Kate gasped. His teeth tugged at the edge of her bodice. "For how long?" "I don't know." She let out a little squeal as his tongue dipped below the muslin and traced an erotic line on her skin. "Good heavens, Anthony, what are you doing?" "How long?" he repeated. "An hour. Maybe two." Anthony glanced up to make sure he'd shut.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| d5039a7 | This will work," he said with great authority. "You'll see." She looked doubtful, but she nodded. Of course, there was little else she could do. She'd just been caught by the biggest gossip in London with a man's mouth on her chest. If he hadn't offered to marry her, she'd have been ruined forever. And if she'd refused to marry him . . . well, then she'd be branded a fallen woman an idiot. Anthony suddenly stood. "Mother!" he barked, l.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| ea5677a | Am I a terrible person?" she whispered, more for her ears than for his. "Does this mean I am fallen?" But he heard her, and his voice was hot and moist on the skin of her cheek. He moved to her ear and made her listen more closely. He traveled to her lips and forced her to swallow the word. Kate felt her head fall back. His voice was low and seductive, and it almost made her feel like she'd been born for this moment. "You're perf.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| d46a3e3 | The trip to Ireland...' her father was saying. 'Is to determine his legitimacy,' Wyndham confirmed. And then, with a morbidly jolly expression, he continued, 'It's going to be quite a party. Even my grandmother is going. | Julia Quinn | ||
| b74456e | One hour later Sophie was in Benedict's sitting room, perched on the very same sofa on which she had lost her innocence just a few weeks earlier. Lady Bridgerton had questioned the wisdom (and propriety) of Sophie's going to Benedict's home by herself, but he had given her such a look that she had quickly backed down, saying only, "Just have her home by seven." Which gave them one hour together. "I'm sorry," Sophie blurted out, the instan.. | love benedict-and-sophie | Julia Quinn | |
| cf3c141 | Her unintended striptease was all the more sensual because Belle was lowering her stocking with agonizing slowness not because she had an audience but because she seemed to love the feel of the silk sliding along her soft skin. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 4f8e0e9 | I love you," he said, laughing over her squeal of surprise. "Not as much as I love you." He gave her his best look of condescension. "You only think you know what you're talking about." She smiled. It was not the first time they had had this conversation. | Julia Quinn The Bridgertons Happily Ever After | ||
| 5a6a286 | I love you," he said, laughing over her squeal of surprise. "Not as much as I love you." He gave her his best look of condescension. "You only think you know what you're talking about." | Julia Quinn The Bridgertons Happily Ever After | ||
| aef66ad | That ought to do it.' He stood up and held out his hand to her, but she ignored it, rolling over so that she could sit on the grassy knoll. He stood there awkwardly until she patted the spot on the grass next to her. He hesitated, and Belle finally groaned and slapped her down on the ground with considerable force. 'Oh, please,' she said in a semi-irritated voice. 'I'm not going to bite.' John sat down. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 0fca84f | Some moments are easy. They are good and fun and beautiful, and I'm happy. Others aren't so easy. But it is my decision to be happy during the hard times as well as the easy ones. I cannot control most things, but I can control my feelings. And I want to be happy. So I find something in every moment that I can enjoy. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 7f4acdc | Ele se inclinou e deu um beijo de leve nos labios dela. - Eu tenho voce - murmurou -, e nao vou desperdicar nem um segundo que temos juntos. Os labios de Kate se abriram num sorriso. - O que isso significa? - Significa que o amor nao tem nada a ver com o medo de que tudo acabe, mas com encontrar alguem que o complete, que faca de voce um ser humano melhor do que jamais sonhou ser. | love chapter-22 kate-sheffield bridgertons the-viscount-who-loved-me julia-quinn historical-romance | Julia Quinn | |
| 70bd025 | A mae sempre dissera que, quando uma mulher estava bem-vestida, se sentia bem. | women lady-whistledown os-segredos-de-colin-bridgerton penelope-featherington colin-bridgerton romancing-mister-bridgerton julia-quinn dress | Julia Quinn | |
| bc143cf | He wanted to come along," said the one in the corner, the only one who hadn't yet tried to kill Phillip. Phillip decided he liked this one best, especially when he wrapped his hand around Gregory's forearm to prevent the younger man from launching himself at Eloise. Which," | Julia Quinn | ||
| 1ee480e | At the end of the day, he was going to find himself either dead or married, and he wasn't quite prepared to let the Bridgerton brothers take the matter to a vote. And | Julia Quinn | ||
| 6533d22 | Was it possible that Octavia had misjudged her? What was he thinking? Of course, it was possible. Octavia was a dear, but she was nineteen years old and thinking of Octavia. The last thing she wanted in her life was a staggeringly beautiful rival who was not conveniently evil. | Julia Quinn | ||
| db28c6c | she decided to watch the leaves on the tree across the way. How many would fall off in such a strong wind? ... She now knew why people made such a fuss about weddings. It was to keep the bride's mind occupied, lest she fall into strange mental chasms. | Julia Quinn | ||
| a12fc7f | It was remarkable, but every time he kissed her, her lips seemed to grow sweeter, her scent more beguiling. And his need grew, too. His blood was racing with desire, and it was taking his every last shred of restraint not to push her back onto the sofa and tear her clothes from her body. That would come later, he thought with a secret smile. But this-- surely her first time-- would be slow and tender and everything a young girl dreamed. W.. | benedicts-thoughts-about-sophie naughty-naughty sophie | Julia Quinn | |
| 2abf6f2 | Once Spencer was safely out of the shop, John yanked her around to face him and said, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Before she had a chance to answer him, Alex showed up at his side, grabbed Emma similarly and hissed, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Persephone looked at Dunford and smiled, waiting for her turn, but much to her disappointment, he just stood there and glared at all three women. | Julia Quinn | ||
| e110c8e | I hate maps.' 'Really?' She sounded stunned, and maybe just a little bit delighted by his admission. 'Why?' He told her the truth. 'I haven't the talent for reading them.' 'And you, a highwayman.' 'What has that to do with it?' 'Don't you need to know where you're going?' 'Not nearly so much as I need to know where I've been ... There are certain areas of the country - possibly all of Kent, to be honest - it is best that I avoid.' 'This is .. | Julia Quinn | ||
| fb03427 | did this to him. Only her. It was a humbling thought. Gritting his teeth against his baser urges, Benedict began to move within her, slowly stroking when what he really wanted to do was let go completely. "Sophie, Sophie," he grunted, repeating her name, trying to remind himself that this time was about . He was here to please needs, not his own. It would be perfect. It had to be perfect. He needed her to love this. He needed her to l.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 20b21e2 | As she walked slowly down the hall, she could hear them arguing - nothing violent, nothing impassioned. But then, she'd not have expected that. Cavendish tempers ran cold, and they were far more likely to attack with a frozen barb than a heated cry. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 301de75 | It had been a marvelous childhood. Damn near perfect. If he was not leading the life he'd anticipated, if he sometimes lay in bed and wondered what the hell he was doing robbing coaches in the dead of night - at least he knew that the road to this point had been paved with his own choices, his own flaws. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 07b3fd0 | She looked delighted by the prospect. Delighted that he might find the perfect woman. And there it was. His faith in a higher power reaffirmed. Truly, moments of this ironic perfection could not come about by accident. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 74f33d5 | He just wanted to see it. From afar. To see what might have been, what he was glad hadn't been. But maybe should have been. | Julia Quinn | ||
| d899b5a | One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And- | Julia Quinn | ||
| e9f5da5 | Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?' Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies. 'No,' Michael said, not appreciating the vague hint of condescension in the other man's voice, '/we/ are not.' Colin chuckled ... 'Just testing you,' he said, leaning back in his chair. 'To see if I have spontaneously divided into two separate beings?' Michael bit off. 'No, of course not,' Colin said with a suspiciously easy gr.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| d6018ca | See?" Margaret smiled, looking terribly pleased with herself. "That's why you're in such a dither." His expression moved to the comical side of haughty. "Men do not dither." Her expression moved to the ridiculous side of arch. "I beg your pardon, but I am looking at a dithering male as we speak." They stared at each other across the table for several seconds, until Angus finally said, "If you raise your eyebrows any farther, I'm going to ha.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 524cbbb | You're insane," she breathed. Angus peeled off his sodden coat. "That particular refrain is growing tedious." "It's difficult to argue with the truth," she muttered. Then she looked up and saw what he was doing. "And don't remove your coat!" "The alternative is death by pneumonia," he said mildly. "I suggest you remove yours as well." "Only if you leave the room." "And stand naked in the hall? I don't think so." | Julia Quinn | ||
| 55c18e0 | As much as you vex me, I would like to see you locate your sister." His lips spread into an easy grin. "Why, Miss Pennypacker, I think you might have admitted that you like me." "I said," she said pointedly, "that you vex me." "Well, of course. I do it on purpose." That earned him a glare. He leaned forward and chucked her chin. "Vexing you is the most fun I've had in ages." "It isn't fun for me," she muttered. "Of course it is," he said jo.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 2bad946 | So Hermione was the siren, and Lucy was the trusty friend, and all was right with the world. Or if not right, then at least quite predictable. | Julia Quinn | ||
| d2fdc10 | You're insufferable." "Perhaps," he allowed, "but everyone loves me so well." She threw a piece of cheese at him. He caught it and popped it into his mouth, grinning wolfishly as he chewed. "You do like to throw things, don't you?" "Funny that I never felt the inclination to do so until I met you." "And here everyone told me I brought out the best in them." Margaret started to say something and then just sighed. "What now?" Angus asked, cle.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| a6d123c | Art,' she said. 'My second favorite subject.' She gave him a shrewd look. 'You wish for me to ask you what your favorite is.' 'Am I so obvious?' 'You are only obvious when you wish to be.' 'And alas, it still doesn't work. You have not asked me what my favorite subject is.' 'Because,' she returned, sitting down, 'I am quite certain the answer will contain something highly inappropriate.' He placed one hand on his chest, the dramatic gesture.. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 122f1f6 | Angus felt himself filled with an age-old male terror -as if somehow his body knew what his mind refused to consider- that she might be The One, that somehow, no matter how hard he fought, she'd be pestering him for all eternity. And worse, that if she ever took it upon herself to stop pestering him, he might have to track her down and chain her to his side until she started up again. | Julia Quinn | ||
| 71d052b | There was a very slight lilt to it, too, attesting to a childhood spent far from Lincolnshire, and Grace felt herself sway, as if she could fall forward, lightly, softly, and land somewhere else. Far, far from here. | Julia Quinn |