If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.” There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor. “Oh, come now,” Mr. Grimston said. “Surely it won’t come to pistols at dawn.” “I’m not talking about a duel,” Marcus said. “I mean I will kill you right here.

No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.

I'm not a gentle pony... I promise you, you will have to work to keep your seat.

And so Harry became proficient in the task of cleaning up vomit.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

I was told once that the most important part of a fight is making sure your opponent looks worse than you do when you’re through.

I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.