Until you've lived through all that," he said, "don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me..." He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. "This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise.
Julia QuinnThe biggest challenge of my career, which is something that authors of genre fiction face all the time, is writing something fresh and new and at the same time meeting reader expectations.
Julia QuinnIt was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.
Julia QuinnAnd I hope you will not think me foolish when I also extend my thanks. Thank you, Michael, for letting my son love her first. โfrom Janet Stirling, dowager Countess of Kilmartin, to Michael Stirling, Earl of Kilmartin
Julia QuinnDonโt look so upset,โ Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. โYouโre quite a catch.โ He looked at her assessingly. โIs one meant to say such things quite so directly?โ She shrugged. โNot to men one is trying to impress.โ โTouchรฉ, Miss Bridgerton.โ She sighed happily. โMy three favorite words.โ Of that, he had no doubt.
Julia QuinnPhillip looked to Eloise. "Perhaps introductions are in order?" "Oh," Eloise said, gulping. "Yes, of course. These are my brothers." "I'd gathered," he said, his voice as dry as dust. She shot him an apologetic look, which, Phillip thought, was really the least she could do after nearly getting him tortured and killed, then turned to her brothers and motioned to each in turn, saying, "Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Gregory. These three," she added, motioning to A, B, and C, "are my elders. This one"โshe waved dismissively at Gregoryโ"is an infant.
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