She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later. She sighed. It seemed fairly pathetic.
Julia QuinnMilk?โ Lady Bridgerton asked. โThank you,โ Gareth replied. โNo sugar, if you please.โ โHyacinth takes hers with three,โ Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. โWhy,โ Hyacinth ground out, โwould he care?โ โWell,โ Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, โhe is your special friend.
Julia QuinnI keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.
Julia QuinnNo. Havenโt you been listening?โ Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.
Julia QuinnIf you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,โ Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, โI will kill you.โ There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor. โOh, come now,โ Mr. Grimston said. โSurely it wonโt come to pistols at dawn.โ โIโm not talking about a duel,โ Marcus said. โI mean I will kill you right here.
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