Nothing like trapping the gentlemen where they couldn’t get away.
Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don’t always know it.
This thing between them, this bond – it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.
When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.
It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn’t they?
A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.
It was a damned good thing men couldn’t have children. Gregory took no shame in admitting that the human race would have died out generations earlier.
The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.
He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.
And so Harry became proficient in the task of cleaning up vomit.
Now I want you to listen to me,” he said in a low voice, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. “And listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once. You are going to marry me before this week is out. Since you have conveniently run off to Scotland, we don’t need a special license. You’re just lucky I don’t haul you off to a church right this instant. Get yourself a dress and get yourself some flowers, because, sweeetheart, you’re getting yourself a new name.
Stirlings of old had been so damned besotted with their newfound earldom that they couldn’t think to put any other name on anything... It was a wonder he didn’t drink Kilmartin Tea and sit on a Kilmartin-style chair. In fact, he probably would be doing just that if his grandmother had found a way to manage it without actually taking the family into trade.
George leaned to the right so that he could see her from behind his brother. “Shall I strangle him or will you?” She rewarded him with a devious smile. “Oh, it must be a joint endeavor, don’t you think?” “So that you may share the blame?” Andrew quipped. “So that we may share the joy,” Billie corrected. “You wound me.” “Happily, I assure you.
She’s my little sister. Mine to torture and mine to protect.
Maybe this, then, was the definition of love. When you wanted someone, needed her, adored her still, even when you were utterly furious and quite ready to tie her to the bed just to keep her from going out and making more trouble. This.
He was always dependable, she realized. She was usually too busy being irritated by him to notice.
A person should read a book because it speaks to something in his heart.
Standing still is always more tiring than walking.
It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn’t even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there.
You are a Bridgerton. I don’t care who you marry or what your name becomes when you stand up before a priest and say your vows. You will always be a Bridgerton, and we behave with honor and honesty, not because it is expected of us, but because that is what we are.” Eloise.