151 Quotes About Regency-romance

Who said the soirée needs to take place in the same old ballroom?" Amelia arched a brow. "All we need is a new venue.”“We?” Ravenwood reared back, horrified.“Not you, dear brother. Viscount Sheffield and I.”“Does the poor flat even know who you are?” Ravenwood burst out.Her smile turned calculating. “He’s about to.

That’s not a catalog!” Amelia's brother set aside his empty glass and plate to peer across the maplewood table. “Why the devil are you reading Debrett’s Peerage?”“It most certainly is a catalog," she replied, "and the most expedient one at my disposal. I’ve decided to take a husband. His name must be within these pages.

We should go,” he said gruffly, his face inscrutable.“Why?” Her heartbeat thundered. She gripped his arms tight to keep herself from twining her own about his neck. He lowered his mouth to her ear, brushing it with a feather-soft kiss. “It isn’t safe.”Her answering shiver had nothing to do with the cold. She had never stood so close to any man, had never fought the urge to press herself even closer.“What could happen?” she whispered.He cupped her face in his hands. “Anything.

What shall we say when people ask us how we met?”The corners of her mouth twitched. “We’ll say I was in my nightrail, brushing my hair in peaceful solitude, when you climbed up to my balcony and—”“Do you even have a balcony?”She pursed her lips. “You’re not invited upon it, regardless.”He gave her a slow, naughty smile. “No one’s ever *invited* to scale a balcony.

Blindly, Grace pushed away from the velvet-lined wall...Right into the path of a giant as tall and as hard as an oak.A firm hand caught her about the waist as strong fingers captured her wrists. She blinked the sting of unshed tears from her eyes to find herself entangled not with an oak, but with a man possessed of dark brown hair and dangerous golden eyes. A wry smile curved his lips as the orchestra began the opening strains of a waltz.

I'm not in the business of dancing with innocents.""I'm not in the business of taming rogues. I suppose we'll both have to try something new.

She refused to ask herself if future duchesses behaved in such an uncouth manner.

In my highest tower, I will look out across the expanse of water and wonder if the same air is bringing me a whisper of you.

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