He stared past her to the place at the other end of the dining table where Regina would sit as his wife. If she were here. If he hadnโt driven her away. โIโm not sure I know how to love, Louisa.โ She took his hand. โDonโt be silly. Loving is easy. Itโs finding someone to love you back thatโs hard.
Sabrina JeffriesThe best time to write is when your life is in the toilet. Writing offers an escape from your problems, so if you force yourself to write when you're in the doldrums, it will have the perverse effect of cheering you up. At the very least, it allows you to inflict your pain on your characters, which has the dual effect of giving them more depth while relieving your own tension.
Sabrina JeffriesShe 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 Jeffries