Love works in mysterious ways.

Most fiction series are written so that the reader can come in at any point and not feel lost, but if you can start at the beginning, why not?

I won't be satisfied with anything less than everything.

The two of you together are a menace,” Penelope remarked. “My aim in life,” Lady Danbury announced, “is to be a menace to as great a number of people as possible, so I shall take that as the highest of compliments, Mrs. Bridgerton.” “Why is it,” Penelope wondered, “that you only call me Mrs. Bridgerton when you are opining in a grand fashion?” “Sounds better that way,” Lady D said, punctuating her remark with a loud thump of her cane.

Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.

When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.

The only words I'll allow from your mouth are, 'Oh, Gareth,' and 'Yes, Gareth.'" "What about 'More, Gareth'?" "He almost kept a straith face. "That will be acceptable.