No, no. Don't make that face. Every time I propose to you, you make that twisty, unhappy face. It wears on a man's confidence.

What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.

It's never been my desire to conquer you, Amelia. If you leave this room with me, it must be at my side. As my wife, my lover, my partner ...” His thumb brushed her lip. “My dearest friend.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.

After spending all of her girlhood fervently wishing she could run away from home— she’d actually done it.

A home isn’t only defined by what you need, Bram. It’s also about the people who need you

What on earth are you wearing? Did you take orders in a convent since we spoke last? Little Sisters of the Drab and Homely.