Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker.

What are you doing here?" she asked. "You forgot something when you left Halstead Hall," he said hoarsely. "What?" Her heart lept into her throat as he strode purposefully toward her. "Me.

I suppose if you were inclined to misbehave, you wouldn't exactly tell me the truth anyway." "Darling, you have a brother fond of holding a gun on me, a sister who can shoot anything that moves, two other brothers who've repeatedly threatened to thrash me, and a grandmother who buys off constables. Do you really think I'm fool enough to antagonize them by committing adultery?" It was hard not to smile at that. "An excellent point." "I think so.

Angel? Angels didn't sit on the lap of wicked scoundrels-not unless they were the fallen kind.

Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker.

A man is what he is and no fancy lodgings or fine clothes will change that (Daniel Brennan)

No disease is more dangerous than a bad husband, for if a woman catches that Pox, she'll languish from it her entire life.