Historical Romance Author Quotes

“Aden St. George managed to avoid having to kill the guard stationed outside his quarry’s crypt-like cell, although the thug outside the caves hadn’t been so lucky. Still, that bastard had tried to knife him in the gut so Aden could hardly be faulted for returning the favor. And knowing what he did about the men who’d kidnapped Lady Vivien Shaw, he wouldn’t waste his fitful conscience on that brutal but necessary act. Killing was not a favorite pastime, but only rarely did it disturb his sleep.

Tonight’s rescue mission carried no inconvenient opportunities for remorse since a woman’s life and innocence hung in the balance. True, the gossips whispered that Lady Vivien’s innocence was an open question, but what would happen to her if Aden failed wasn’t. Without his intervention she would disappear into a nightmarish life, forever beyond the protection of her family and friends.”
― Vanessa Kelly, Secrets for Seducing a Royal Bodyguard

“Linnet’s thudding heart raced blood through her veins, sending a flush of embarrassing heat to her face. She had been avoiding him, but she could never tell him why. It took all her discipline not to quail under Sir Anthony’s penetrating gaze.

Blast the man. She’d lost count of the times he’d made her feel like a blushing maiden. Strictly speaking, she was still a maiden, but she’d given up blushing years ago—along with simpering, flirting, and so many other talents deemed useful to unmarried women.

Except, of course, in Sir Anthony’s august presence.”
― Vanessa Kelly, Lost in a Royal Kiss

“He wanted her. He wanted her body in his bed and her defiant spirit in his estates.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Deal with the Earl

“No, my dear. I think women are more intelligent. But we should be wise enough not to show it and definitely not to voice it. At least, until after marriage.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Deal with the Earl

“Life was a gamble. One never knew what tomorrow would bring. That shouldn't make her afraid to live though.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Deal with the Earl

“You know," she said, carefully. "I think Stanhope deserved what he got."
Isabel grimaced uncomfortably. "To be humiliated so publicly. I don't know. I never wished him ill."
"You didn't have to," Sam said smugly. "You have a sister for that.”
― Sadie Bosque, An Agreement with the Soldier

“Do you mean an actual conversation, or one where I talk and you avoid my questions, concerns, and doubts? Because we've already had that.”
― Sadie Bosque

“What fools men were to look only for diamonds when a precious pearl stood right before them.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Mistakes Not to Make When Avoiding a Rake

“Laurel stood on stage. She was very still. Her lovely blue eyes were lowered modestly. Her silver blonde hair fell in disheveled curls around her face, white roses and strands of pearls woven artfully throughout. A necklace of what looked like diamonds clasped her slender throat while white kid gloves were drawn up to her elbow. She held a fan of frosted silver in one hand, dangling at her side.
Her dress was a shimmering sapphire blue, and it fit her exquisitely, molding to her form, hugging her small bosom and lifting her breasts until they appeared ready to spill from the satin bodice. A silver braided sash cinched her waist, emphasizing its narrowness.
And then, she lifted her head, raised the hand that held the fan, then the other one and, tipping her head back, opened her eyes.
They were haunting and luminous, soft in the candlelight. Her skin was pale and smooth.
The crowd was utterly quiet, watching her.
And then, she began to sing.
If Dare had thought Laurel Spencer beautiful before, now she became goddess-like to him in an instant as a melody so heart-wrenching and lovely spilled forth from her lips.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Kiss Me, My Duke

“Sphinx Resurrected by Christine Murphy gives a new romantic twist to the realm of the paranormal. The world building is extraordinary and pulls you in to the powerful domain of the Sphinx Warriors and won’t let you go.”
― Marti Ziegler

“«Lady Annabelle. È una settimana molto fortunata: vi incontro per due giorni di seguito.» Si intrattiene nel baciamano più del dovuto. Le sue labbra posano dei soffici baci sulle mie nocche, poi mi guarda sorridente e posa un nuovo bacio.”
― Giovanna Roma, Il patto del marchese

“I am sorry to make you a widow on your wedding night.” Her eyes widened. “Yes, Jasmina. I thought you would understand how you will gain from this.”
― Jillian Bald, The House of Baric Part Three

“It isn't the comfort that makes the love good. It's the life that makes their love good.”
― Kristi Ann Hunter, Vying for the Viscount

“When a man prepared to duel, he would bring a second. When Claire met with the Mortons, she would bring a sister.
Heaven help Charles Morton if he tried to cross them both.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Mistakes Not to Make When Avoiding a Rake

“Refusing to meet his eyes, she looked at his mouth instead. It was a beautiful mouth for a man, she had to admit. Full and sensual, yet masculine. A layer of dark stubble coated the bottom half of his face. Apparently, Mr. Calvert did not shave as frequently when he traveled. There was something rather erotic about the contrast between the alluring lips and the rough dark hair. Something which almost made her want to run a finger over his skin, to touch those lips, to feel that layer of stubble. Would it be rough to the touch or was it softer than it looked?”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“You loved me for me, no matter who that was. You fought for me. You almost died for me. My heart was yours from the moment I met you. I gave it, freely, never expecting to receive yours in return. Now I ask you to be my husband, for I am desperate to be your beloved wife. With the two of us bound together as one, we will never lack for joy. We will take on any sorrow, any challenge, and face it together. I love you, Linden Chevalier. Have I said that already?”
― Fenna Edgewood, Once Upon a Midwinter's Kiss

“Stop, Wren,” she sobbed, her eyes wide as she watched. “We’ll both die. Go back down. Please. I beg you. Leave me.”
“Never in a hundred thousand years,” he growled, his jaw clenched so tight he thought it would break.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Lady Briar Weds the Scot

“I was so lonely,” he heard her say, and he felt her body shaking. “There seemed no point in saying yes, no point in saying no. So, I simply did as he wanted.”
“Your father?” Henry said, with understanding, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hair gently. He held her close, in the dark of the foyer, letting his hands and his arms speak for him.
She was safe, they said. She was loved, they said. He would never let her feel that way again.
He felt her nodding.
She lifted her head. “You did not let me finish before,” she said, her eyes widening with some unspoken news. “In the alcove. You distracted me.”
She hit him playfully on the chest as he grinned at the memory of how he had indeed distracted them both.
“But I had been trying to tell you…” She began.
“Wait,” Henry said, with a frown. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” She said, looking ever so slightly annoyed. “Let me finish this time, please, Henry.”
“A baby,” he said, looking around the foyer wildly. “I thought I heard a baby.”
He looked back and was shocked to see her looking unconcerned.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Masks of Desire

“He hurt you. If I had been here then… I would tear him apart with my bare hands if he were still here, Maggie. Believe that.”
She trembled, then nodded slowly. “I… do.”
The duke nodded. “Good.”
Abruptly his face changed. An expression of shock came over him. She looked around the room, confused, then realized he had glanced down at her gown. And in that moment, Maggie realized she had let go of the robe. It hung open, revealing the plane nightdress beneath. Which would not have been so terrible had it not been so thin, so pale white, so clinging. It clung to every curve.
She clutched the robe, pulling it closed quickly, but she knew it was too late.
“Good God, Maggie,” the duke said, hoarsely. “Tell me you are not…”
He met her eyes. “Tell me I am being foolish. I am a man. I know little of such things. I am sorry to have even dared to look at you in such a way. I must be mistaken. But…Tell me, truly, am I mistaken?”
Maggie’s throat was dry. She felt frozen in place. Unable to even shake her head, though she wished to.
Then he took a step forward, towards her, and she let out a little cry—her arms raising protectively, instinctively.”
― Fenna Edgewood, A Duke for All Seasons