Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.

I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.

Tell me something wicked.

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

And I hope you will not think me foolish when I also extend my thanks. Thank you, Michael, for letting my son love her first. —from Janet Stirling, dowager Countess of Kilmartin, to Michael Stirling, Earl of Kilmartin

And 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.

You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile." "You think my smile is beguiling?