13 Quotes by Anna Bradley

If a wicked rake doesn’t kiss a young lady when they’re alone in a moonlit rose garden, might it mean he doesn’t intend to? There were rules about such things. Weren’t they written down somewhere? If not, then they should be. A Treatise on Rakes, written for Susceptible Young Ladies, by a Lady of Distinction.

You’re drunk.”“Just drunk enough,” he agreed in a low, amused voice.Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask.“Just drunk enough for what?” Drat.

He didn’t want to see inside Lily’s heart; he didn’t want to know her beauty was the least remarkable thing about her.

His hopes for a brawl faded as he neared Mayfair without any sign of a footpad or even an obliging cutthroat. Good God, what had London come to when a single gentleman remained unmolested on the streets at night?