She didn't want to think about how wrong this was or how foolish it was to give herself to a known seducer. Because tonight Oliver wasn't that man. Not to her. He was the boy who'd cried over his dead mother, the young man who'd lost himself in drink and women to forget the past, the marquess who'd vowed not to marry for money. He was the man to be her lover.
Sabrina JeffriesNo disease is more dangerous than a bad husband, for if a woman catches that Pox, she'll languish from it her entire life.
Sabrina JeffriesIt's not your instincts that are the problem. It's your tendency to drown them in a bottle.
Sabrina Jeffries