69 Quotes by Grace Burrowes

Proper mourning leaves one nothing to do but mourn, and I’ve concluded this isn’t a good thing. Grief crowds in closely enough without the rest of life being shoved aside to make way for it.

Shall we walk? Pericles will stand there until Domesday or he eats every blade of grass at his feet.” The earl handed her down then released the checkrein so the horse could graze for a few minutes. “He takes his victuals seriously,” Anna said. “To any Windham male, victuals are of significant import.” “Good thing I brought a very full hamper, then, isn’t it?

His Grace enjoyed very, very much the company of his grandchildren, and there was no greater joy in his life than his marriage. He did not always precisely enjoy being a father, much less a father ten times over, much much less the father of five single females, all of whom were arguably of marriageable age. “If.

Tell me now, Anna, he silently pleaded as she ran her finger over a rose petal. Tell me I could have a son, that we could have a son, a daughter, a baby, a future – anything.

Is this your soap?” “It is,” Val answered, sitting on the bed and watching as St. Just dunked to wet his hair. “Do the honors. I am going smell like a bordello when I get out of this bath.” “You will smell like a gentleman.

His Grace regarded his oldest daughter and the way Ben Portmaine hovered around the girl, clucking and fussing like a mother hen – or a particularly smitten rooster.

Might as well rest the horses,” St. Just said, nudging his beast out of the middle of the beaten path. “Westhaven, can you dismount?” “I cannot. My backside is permanently frozen to the saddle; my ability to reproduce is seriously jeopardized.” “Anna will be desolated.” St. Just waited while Westhaven swung down, then whistled at an urchin shivering in the door to a nearby church. “We’ll.

Whatever Her Grace had said, he was now an engaged man, which had become his objective at some point in the recent past. The relief was fading, leaving a fierce determination to get the woman beside him to the altar, from which position he would be able to keep her safe. Maggie.

Trenton,” Nick said patiently, “it is simple: your pizzle, her quim, you both enjoy each other until you can’t move. Nothing simpler. You have three children, for pity’s sake, need I draw you diagrams?