Top 57 Grace Burrowes Quotes
#2. Kiss me, Rothgreb." He smiled down at her, a trace of his old devilment in his blue eyes. "Naughty girl." But he bussed her cheek and patted her hand. "My lovely, naughty girl." "Vim
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#3. This was wrong, dangerous, stupid ... and necessary to the survival off her soul.
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#4. He eyed her bed in the moonlight streaming in her window and gave serious thought to simply dozing off right there. He had the sense she wasn't going to be reasonable about what had just happened, and the longer he let her stew and fret, the more unreasonable she'd be. ***
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#5. You worry me, Mags, so self-contained and quiet. Hazelton would not have been my choice for you."
"Why not?"
"He's a man who dwells in the shadows and appears to like it there. You have enough shadows of your own."
"Maybe he sees me as I really am because shadows don't deter him.
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#6. 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.
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#7. How lovely, to meet a man who helped rather than fussed and scolded.
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#9. Though why David was subjecting himself to this torment was
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#10. I live to bring you pleasure. To Gilly, his words rang like a vow.
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#11. It was a struggle to not fall in love with a man who was determined to be decent to her when what she sought was indulgence of her wanton nature.
Her recently discovered, very frustrated wanton nature, damn him.
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#12. You have a certain lot in life, my lord. Some of it you chose, some you did not, and much of it you did not realize you were choosing. Still, it is your lot in life, and you must make the best of it.
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#14. Two men? Two big young men? Calling at Maggie's kitchen door? No, he did not like this one bit, but he wouldn't give Archer the satisfaction of being obvious about it. "They
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#16. She was tall for a female, but the top of her head would still fit nicely under his chin were she to turn around and wrap her arms around his waist. "It
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#17. 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.
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#18. She's a veritable siren, if you don't mind a grumpy woman who enjoys wielding a knife with alarming skill.
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#19. He was a handsome man, several inches over six feet, green-eyed, with dark chestnut hair and features that bore the patrician stamp of aristocratic breeding. She put his age at just past thirty but had formed no opinion of him as a person.
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#20. The earl got up and paced to the window. Anna and Dev were on the terrace, and she was smiling at something he'd said. Dev's smile was flirtatious and a little wistful - charmingly so, damn the scoundrel.
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#21. Sophie was not a woman to romp with. She was a woman a man could spend years learning to cherish. "You
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#22. You really are looking a trifle fatigued, my dear," Benjamin observed while they ambled away from the house. "Are these prewedding jitters? If it would help, I can come sing you lullabies." And
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#23. Thank you. Thank you, Noah, thank you, thank you.
By sundown, Thea could throw the damned thing with deadly accuracy. At bedtime, she asked if Noah would mind if she slept with it under her pillow every night.
He assured her he would not.
* when Thea gets a knife from Noah
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#24. I am so excited that I won The Traitor. I love Grace Burrowes books, and I do mean all of them. Thanks so much.
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#25. The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.
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#26. Not a mindless relinquishing of physical dignity in exchange for favors or pleasure, but an intentional vulnerability far more dangerous and lasting.
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#27. 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.
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#28. Her words reminded him of a comforting truth: Joan Flynn was a bright woman, and nowhere near as self-absorbed as others of her station could be.
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#29. Death is within anybody's grasp. The greater challenge is to live, and to love despite our error's and failings.
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#30. He was a hand-holder; she'd gathered that much. Lovely quality in a man ...
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#31. I've been foolish." (Hester)
"I hope you at least had a grand time being foolish." (Ariadne)
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#32. For a moment, she stood where she'd landed, like some drunken bee in the vicinity of its preferred blossom.
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#33. I have been a widower for nigh fifty years, but I am never alone. We had eight good years together, and they've lasted me the entire eighty. It's like that, you see, when you can marry where your heart lies.
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#34. He smiled his barbarian's smile. "Keep looking at me like that, Emmie love, and I will be bothering you again in a trice.
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#35. Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?"
"He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of the species.
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#36. You want me." She tried to keep the wonder out of her voice. Two minutes ago, she'd been asleep in his arms, and yet his body was ready to join with hers. "Always." He
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#37. Victor hadn't exactly looked forward to death before, he was probably contemplating it a bit more fondly as the morning progressed.
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#38. On the way back to the house, he began to plan the seduction of his future wife, pausing to pluck her a single rose just as the sky opened up with a renewed downpour. They
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#39. He'll get drowsy soon." Mr. Charpentier shifted back onto his heels. "That's the best part, when they're all sweet and snuggly. Little buggers wrap us around their fingers without even trying." "You
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#40. Mercia wasn't a little-in-love sort of man. He was mad, dark passion, sweeping emotion, and complete loss of reason, with his gaunt male beauty, his wealth and power, and his haunted past.
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#41. Why do I have the compulsion to caution you strenuously against going up those stairs, Windham? Perhaps you'll be swarmed by bats or set upon by little ghoulies with crossbows." "Oh, for God's sake, what could be hiding in an empty old carriage house?" ***
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#42. She smiled at him, and Val felt his heart trip on the next few beats. Good God, she was lovely. Just sitting here outside the Rooster, cradling her mug in her hands. A little dusty, a little tired, but in her warm, earthy dark-eyed way, she was beautiful.
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#43. I know what you're doing, though."
"I'm glad somebody knows what I'm about, because I seem to have lost my own grasp of it entirely.
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#44. She glanced at him, her expression curious. "When did you decide to call me Maggie?"
The last time I kissed you. "When did you decide to allow me to?
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#45. 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?
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#46. So she learned at the age of almost twenty-six how to kiss a lover. Such kisses involved tongues, lips, taste, feel, and soft, needy noises that had her pressing up into his body and wanting to consume him with her hands and her mouth.
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#47. I've just concluded an interview with your daughter Lucy, and need to speak with you personally at your earliest convenience.
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#49. The earl smiled at her, a buccaneer's smile if ever she saw one.
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#50. He should have told her that whatever her station in life - cook, housekeeper, companion, governess, whatever, it mattered naught to him so long as she exchanged it for the position of his baroness. And
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#51. Marry the widow, little brother. She makes you smile." Val
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#52. You are such a cheering influence, Michael. Take yourself off to bed, there to dream of the end of the world or whatever gives a nice Catholic boy comfort on a long and cold night.
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#53. Don't look at me like that, Augusta." He stood to pull his shirt over his head. "I don't deserve it. No mortal could deserve such an expression.
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#54. He looked so strong and fit and competent, but he'd been, again, deceptive. He was a wounded barbarian. A kind, shrewd, handsome, wounded barbarian. The
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#55. Honorable, Bernita mine. To look after those who can't look after themselves, to attend to duty rather than convenience. You have reminded me of what honor requires, and I'm grateful. That last word - grateful - wasn't one Nita heard very often.
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#56. I will serenade you from the street, Maggie Windham. I will be so callow, you will marry me to save me from embarrassment.
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#57. You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel." Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. "I like it too.
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