sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we canโt quite explain. Sometimes itโs just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.
Julia QuinnAnthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair,and then announced, "I'm thinking about getting married." Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detestedโtipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legsโfell over. Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table. It narrowly missed Anthony's ear.
Julia QuinnHe wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.
Julia QuinnWhen a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.
Julia QuinnThere,โ she said triumphantly. โLike that.โ He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. โLike what?โ โThat! What you just said.โ He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldnโt speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.
Julia Quinn