Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Cousin‟s Wife. Moses must have forgotten to write that one down
Julia QuinnNo words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.And it was glorious.
Julia QuinnThis thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.
Julia QuinnThe look Anthony shot at his sister was so comically malevolent Simon nearly laughed. He managed to restrain himself, but mostly just because he was fairly certain that any show of humor would cause Anthony's fist to lose its battle with his brain, with Simon's face emerging as the conflict's primary casualty.
Julia Quinn