Do I look like a mess?โ she asked. He nodded. โBut youโre my mess,โ he whispered.
Julia QuinnAnd if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.
Julia QuinnHe was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.
Julia QuinnLove's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.
Julia QuinnHe blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if heโd get his eyes open again. He wasnโt wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldnโt seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities. She might be blushing. He couldnโt tell. It was too dark to see. But it didnโt matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldnโt be scarred forever by the sight of his chest.
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 Quinn