Top 100 Sarah MacLean Quotes
#1. He'd made her laugh and smile. He'd made her feel beautiful.
For the first time in her life.
For the only time in her life.
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#3. It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.
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#4. Never doubt how beautiful you are, Callie. For your beauty has quite ruined me for all others. And, frankly, I rather wish I'd found you years ago.
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#5. It wasn't that she thought highly of herself. It was that she thought highly of the promise of more.
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#6. It would be stupid for me to attempt to return to Society without basic reconnaissance."
"That is a term usually reserved for military conflict."
She raised a brow. "It is London in season. You think I am not at war?
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#7. I think back on that day when 16-year-old me scribbled on some silly piece of paper for some long-forgotten high school career-day project that my dream job was 'romance novelist.'
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#8. That first meeting - the one where the hero and heroine start the slow burn that takes the whole story to turn into true love - is the single most important part of the whole book. Nail it, and you've won yourself readers.
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#9. She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.
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#10. Teenagers are asking, 'Who am I?' and 'How do I fit in?' in every aspect of their lives, and the best YA romances appreciate that there is more to a teen's life than finding love.
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#11. Then why?"
"Because you expect me to fail. You expect me to do wrong. To be reckless. To ruin myself."
"Why not work to prove me wrong?"
"But don't you see? I am proving you wrong. If I choose recklessness, where is the failure? If I choose it for myself, you cannot force it upon me.
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#12. How long has it been since you've slept?" Chase asked.
"I sleep." Not much.
"How long since you've slept more than an hour here and there?"
"I do not require a mother."
Chase lifted a brow. "Perhaps a wife, then?"
Bourne wished Chase were in the damn ring, too.
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#13. This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening
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#14. You shouldn't dally with clever women. You'll never outsmart them, and before you know where you are, you're married to them.
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#15. She had wanted more than she could have.
She had wanted him, and more ... she had wanted him to want her.
In the name of something bigger than tradition, bolder than reputation, more important than a silly title.
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#16. I never meant to hurt you, Isabel. Had I known what I would find when I came north, I would never have agreed to Leighton's request ... That is a lie. Had I known that I would find you when I came north, I would have come years ago.
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#17. I really don't think anyone can blame us for wanting no part of the marriage mart if she is already the belle of the ball," Ella said. "My mother even had
the audacity to ask me earlier if I didn't think I should have a gown made like hers! Lord deliver me from the London season
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#18. Yes Simon.
He was in control.
He was ruining her for all others.
And she did not care.
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#19. They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love - its pleasures, its sublimity - those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.
There was nothing beautiful about it.
It was awful.
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#20. Forgive me if I am wary of your goodwill, Your Grace.
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#21. Her jaw dropped. "Ah," he said genially, "I see you take my meaning. Yes. If I discover that you've completed another item on that list without my escort, I shall tell your brother everything." She
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#22. The most confident of women are those who believe in every scrap of fabric they wear. They are the ones who are as happy wih their drawers as they are with their gowns. You can tell the difference between a woman who wraps herself in beautiful silks and satins and she who wears ... otherwise.
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#23. But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.
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#24. She continued, 'The world harbors impressive hatred for women who make the mistakes I did. Beauty, used for anything but the holiest of acts is a sin.
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#25. But it was Eve who was vilified, never the serpent. Just as it was the lady who was ruined, never the man.
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#26. You see? You're not paying close enough attention. Theseus fought for his life," He shook his head. "But the minotaur, he fought for Ariadne.
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#27. Like so many others, I came to romance during the golden age of it - Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood, Johanna Lindsey and Jude Deveraux were at the height of their historical domination. Without those women, I wouldn't be a romance novelist.
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#29. What if I said she sold me one evening?" His brow furrowed. "One evening of what?" She gave a little shrug. "Simplicity. Ease. Peace." One side of his mouth lifted in a half smile. "I would say, let's buy a lifetime of it.
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#30. Yes, it had been a perfect match, except for the fact that he had been perfectly in love with someone else.
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#31. You have opposition to love?"
"Not opposition so much as skepticism. I make it a practice not to believe in things I cannot see.
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#32. I'm so thrilled to have won the RITA. The award is particularly special because it is given by other romance authors. It's deeply rewarding and not a little humbling to be honored by such a talented tribe of writers.
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#33. What do you think of this" he asked, indicating the painting nearby.
She gave him an odd look. "I think it's an enormous painting of a dog."
He made a show of considering the picture and nodded seriously. "An astute observation.
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#34. We cannot marry,' she said softly.
He kissed the top of her head. 'Sleep with me tonight, and let me convince you tomorrow why it is the best of all my ideas.
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#35. Her eyes widened slightly at the words and she played the last moments of their conservation over in her head. We are in love. He met her gaze, not letting her look away as he spoke. You appear to have missed my meaning. Allow me to repeat myself more plainly. I love you, Alex.
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#36. Everyone who sees us
especially Stanhope, who has been friends with us both for years
knows we're just out for a ride. Not out for a ride."
He looked at her, shaking his head in confusion. "Women truly are strange and unknowable creatures
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#37. It should all feel splendid. You tell me if it doesn't, and I shall rectify the situation.
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#38. The trick to great romance is in overcoming adversity. In realizing that love is worth some uphill climbs.
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#39. I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.
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#40. If only others knew that Lady Calpurnia Hartwell, proper, well-behaved spinster, entertained deep-seated and certainly unladylike thoughts about fictional heroes.
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#41. Sadly, expectations did not make for good marriages.
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#42. Penelope! Marriage proposals from wealthy, eligible young men do not blossom on trees! Particularly not in January, I wouldn't think.
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#43. But stay away from him, Juliana. When we said we wanted to make you a good match, Leighton was not who we imagined."
Even her brother thought Simon too good for her.
"Because he is a duke?"
"What? No," Ralston said, truly perplexed by her instant defensive response. "Because he's an ass.
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#44. We don't like it when women get uppity."
"Well," she said, "that is a bit of a problem, as I am feeling quite uppity.
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#45. No matter how troubled a character's history, romance novels tell us, love can be built upon it, and happily-ever-after can result. What's more, the darker the past, the brighter the future - and the better the read.
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#46. God help him, he wanted to kiss her senseless, odd or not. He wanted to kiss her senseless because she was odd.
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#47. The best partnerships aren't dependent on a mere common goal but on a shared path of equality, desire, and no small amount of passion.
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#48. In real life, I'd say that your commitment-phobe/narcissist/bad boy boyfriend is a lost cause, but romance is shelved in fiction for a reason.
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#49. She'll be ruined if she's not careful," Ella said. "Nonsense. He'd wed her in a heartbeat if he thought she'd have him," Vivi replied. "Quite." A
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#50. You are my siren," he said, running his hands along her thighs and down her calves, feeling the shape of her even as the silk of her gown kept them both from what they wanted. "My temptress ... my sorceress ... I cannot resist you, no matter how I try. You threaten to send me over the edge.
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#51. He moved farther into the room and sat on a pink ruffled stool. Alex couldn't help but chuckle at the picture he made. Looking down at his seat, he joined her in laughter, saying, "Not exactly the portrait of lordliness?" She covered her smile and shook her head. "Not exactly." He
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#52. Taking in the scene, Ella wrinkled her nose. "Drat. We missed the excitement!" "It appears we did," Vivi agreed, disappointment in her tone. "Ah, well. Next time!" Ella brightened. Alex
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#53. He raked his fingers through his hair. "She doesn't need me."
Ralston smirked. "You are laboring under that mistaken impression that it is their job to need us. In my experience it is almost always the other way around.
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#54. The man was a legendary scoundrel. An expert ruiner of young ladies. And he'd never once been punished for it. Perhaps because he was so very good at it. It seemed a shame to punish someone for what was clearly a remarkable skill.
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#55. Loathing was so often described as cold; today, it felt hot as the sun.
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#56. She supposed the lake was part of her dowry, now. Michael would have to ask permission to fish there. He would have to ask her husband permission to fish there. The idea would be laughable if it weren't so ... wrong.
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#57. I love your laugh. I want to hear it every day. I want to be through all this darkness and devastation. I want happiness now. I want our due. I want what we've deserved from the beginning." He paused and stared deep into her eyes, willing her to understand how much he loved her. "I want you.
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#58. If one tells the truth about being a scoundrel, is he a scoundrel at all?
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#59. It makes you ache," he whispered, and she watched the curve of his lips in the darkness. "You'll make any promise, swear any oath. For one ... perfect ... unsoiled taste.
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#60. You want me."
"Want does not begin to describe the way I feel about you," his low voice promised. "Want is nothing compared with the level of desire I have. With the desperation I feel. With the way I long for you.
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#61. How very sweet. My dear," he said, speaking to Alex, "I imagine he's willing to give up the information because he fancies himself in love with you. Don't you see? Your life simply isn't worth the pleasure of avenging his father's death. It's touching, really." Alex
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#62. As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.
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#64. What did you do to her?"
There were a thousand things he'd done.
I didn't believe her.
I didn't trust her.
I didn't show her how much I loved her.
I didn't protect her.
He settled on: "I made a mistake.
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#65. Even in 2014, when romance heroes are as varied as their genre, somewhere in them you can still always find the alpha male.
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#66. You should see what she's wearing, Callie. It's velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
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#67. What do I win?" she whispered in his ear.
He grinned. "What would you like?"
"You." So simple. So perfect.
"I am yours," he said, kissing her. "As you are mine."
She laughed. "Always."
And it was the truth.
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#68. Without the past, there would be no present. No future. I don't regret a moment of it. It all brought us here. To this place. To this moment. To this love.
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#69. Ah, but then I would be a widow. No one insults widows.
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#70. Callie was ruing the moment that afternoon when she had suggested a small, intimate dinner. Tonight, even the ancestors watching from the portraits lining the sitting-room walls seemed to be mocking her.
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#71. I think there's a ton of fear in the perception of romance in part because there's something very realistic in great romance - namely, that women have the right to demand relationships that are based on equality and honesty and trust and, yes, a great sex life.
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#72. He called me a pie!" she announced, defensively. There was a pause. "Wait. That's not right."
"A tart?"
"Yes! That's it!
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#73. Don't you see, Mara." He leaned in and whispered, "You're mine, now.
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#74. Why not take the pleasure and leave everything else?
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#76. Well, to be fair, he's in a situation where intelligence does rather go out the window," Cross said. "I have a theory that women actually siphon off our cleverness during the courting phase, and keep it for themselves. Which is why they always seem to see the endgame before we do.
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#77. He wanted to touch her, to tame her, to take her in his arms and make love to her until they were both exhausted and unable to think of anything beyond their embrace. He wanted to sink into her rich ebony curls, her beautiful eyes, her infinite softness and never return.
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#78. As a romance novelist, I have a rather skewed view of babies. You see, they don't typically fit into the classic structure of the romance novel - romance is about two people finding each other and falling in love against insurmountable odds. Babies ... well ... babies are complicated.
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#79. Alas, summer sun can't last forever. The days will grow cooler and shorter, and our skin will once again pale.
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#80. I think we can all agree that Colin Firth falls into the George Clooney category of 'Men Who Age Like Fine Wine.'
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#81. Only when they have won your mind will they even have a chance at winning your heart.
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#82. My whole life, you have made decisions for me."
"Your whole life," Georgiana pointed out, "totals nine years.
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#83. Perhaps summer's ephemeral nature is what inspires us to embrace the beach read. We tell ourselves that these twisted plots and wild characters are literary ice cream sundaes - extravagant treats that aren't as calorie-laden when we're wearing flip flops.
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#84. She closed her eyes and willed him to lose the power of speech. Immediately and irreversibly. "Obviously, I didn't mean - " "Well. Thank you." In the entire history of time, had willing ever worked?
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#85. Do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister."
"I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.
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#86. Utter opposite of how he thought of her, bright and bold and
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#87. Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently
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#88. Does it hurt?" Like a bastard. "Women are known for their ability to endure pain." "Mmm. And to think you are considered the weaker sex." She cut him a look. "A label no doubt assigned by a man who never witnessed a childbirth.
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#89. E wanted her.
And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover ... as more.
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#90. She steeled her spine. "Like Boleyn to the chopping block."
Anna smirked. "Queen of England, are we?"
Mara shrugged. "Something to aspire to.
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#91. The door closed firmly, leaving the poor old man on the other side, staring speechlessly at it, wondering at the silliness of females and thanking his maker that his masters had never had daughters, before taking himself off to continue his afternoon duties.
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#92. Isabel!'
The second time James called her name, realization came crashing down around her. She became acutely aware of their location, their situation, their *actions*, and she was overcome with an intense desire to escape back out the window to the roof. And to live there. For some time.
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#93. And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
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#94. Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.
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#95. You plan to be a challenge, do you?"
Juliana smiled angelically. "I agreed to remain, my lord. Not to remain silent.
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#96. So what's your second suggestion?"
"Tread lightly."
"That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?"
"All right, tread very lightly.
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#97. Critics seem to forget that every love story is different - that there is uniqueness in even the most commonplace of matches.
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#98. I want to wake up one morning and know how to write page one, or page 10, or page 250. But I never seem to know how to do it. Every book is different and takes a different structure, style, process, etc. And relearning how to write is where the insanity comes from.
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#99. I never met Colleen McCullough; if I had, I probably would have cried and made a fool of myself.
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#100. Love. The stuff of sonnets and madrigals and fairy tales and novels.
Love. The elusive emotion that made men weep and sing and ache with desire and passion.
Love. The life-altering feeling that made everything bright and warm and wonderful. The emotion all the world was desperate to discover.
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