This has to be the most self-centered thing I've ever said, but no, I think you just wanted to vex me.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew.

He'd been waiting for a love fraught with passion and drama; it hadn't even occurred to him that true love might be something that was utterly comfortable and just plain easy.

The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.

No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.

Children,” Lady Bridgerton said with a sigh as she retook her seat. “I am never quite certain if I’m glad I had them.