Claudia Stone > Quotes

“It was as though she had been replaced by another woman altogether.”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“Jack”
― Claudia Stone, The Captain of Betrayal

“But, if we were to swap places, I know that you could convince him that we are most unsuited.”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“Epilogue "It's a girl!" "A what?" Michael stared in shock at the midwife, who had just left his wife's chambers. "A girl, Your Grace," the woman replied nervously, perhaps worried that he would order Isabella's head cut off for not producing a male heir. A girl, Michael thought in wonder. Not for a moment had he thought his child would be a girl. For the past one hundred years, only males had been born into the Blackmore line, and he hadn't expected his offspring to be any different. "I must see them at once." Michael stood abruptly, causing the small, rotund midwife to jump with nerves. "Yes, Your Grace." She bowed fearfully—and unnecessarily, for he was only a Duke—and gestured for him to follow her into his wife's rooms. In a few long strides, he was inside Isabella's inner sanctum and rushing to the bed, where his wife lay as serene and calm as though she had merely taken a walk . "Isabella?" he croaked, tears in his eyes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, darling!" Isabella replied with a gentle smile. "I'm perfectly all right, and so is the baby. One of the nurses shall bring her back in a minute; they're just bathing her." As though her words had been a command, the door to the antechamber opened and a second—more cheerful—midwife emerged with an armful of blankets. "Here she is, Your Grace," she said, shoving the bundle of blankets into his arms. "What, where?" the Duke asked in confusion, before looking down at the white blankets, light as a feather, that he held. There, in the midst of all the material and swaddled tight, was the face of the tiniest baby he had ever seen. "She's very small," he said in confusion to Isabella, who merely smiled. "Should she be this small?" "Actually, she's quite big," the midwife interjected, her face a picture of amusement at Michael's helpless expression. "What do you think?" Isabella asked softly, leaning over his shoulder to stare down at the baby. "I-I-I" Michael stuttered, completely overwhelmed. "You love her that much already?" Isabella teased . Unable to respond, Michael merely nodded, knowing that he probably appeared cold to the watching midwife. But his wife knew the truth, and she understood that sometimes a man didn't need words to express how much love was in his heart. And one day, his daughter would understand too.”
― Claudia Stone, Proposing to a Duke

“The man standing before her was not a boor, nor a cold-hearted brute, but a human, who was aching and broken, just like she. Still, she reminded herself, the man standing before her was not hers—he was promised to her sister. And Ava was not pretending to be Emily in order to invite confidences and searing looks from the duke, she was there to scare him away. "No apology needed,”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“Goodbye London, Ava thought, as the carriage trundled through the streets of the capital, and goodbye loneliness.”
― Claudia Stone, The Duke's Bride in Disguise

“Please," Henry instructed, his mind no longer on the grizzly murder scene or murder weapon, but on poachers instead.”
― Claudia Stone, A Death, a Duke and Miss Mifford

“Mary hesitated as she tried to decide what she needed to censure from her father's ears.”
― Claudia Stone, A Death, a Duke and Miss Mifford

“thought I could bare it, but as the wedding neared,”
― Claudia Stone, A Victim, A Viscount, And Miss Mifford

“his boots were Lobby's,”
― Claudia Stone, A Death, a Duke and Miss Mifford

“A mad urge came over Henry; the urge to barge upstairs to Mr and Mrs Mifford's bedchamber and inform them that he was taking their eldest daughter for his bride. They could ride to London overnight; secure a special license from the Archbishop, and be married by noon, he thought wildly. Mr Mifford might put up some sort of protest, but his wife would probably pack dry biscuits for their journey and wave them on their way.”
― Claudia Stone, A Death, a Duke and Miss Mifford

“It is not becoming of a young lady to thief from her sisters,”
― Claudia Stone, A Death, a Duke and Miss Mifford

“worn over white silk skirts embroidered with silver lama at its hem.”
― Claudia Stone, A Victim, A Viscount, And Miss Mifford

“Carton House, Almack's, the finest homes in England.”
― Claudia Stone, A Death, a Duke and Miss Mifford

“Jane glanced up to spot Mrs Canards—the village snoot”
― Claudia Stone, A Victim, A Viscount, And Miss Mifford

“Though a spinster gathering dust, Sarah was well aware that most men responded well to praise. So well, in fact, that she often wondered if most wars might have been averted if only a woman had been close by to inform the warring factions that yes, they were very important and had indeed made their point.”
― Claudia Stone, An Execution, an Earl, and Miss Hughes

“and, once he'd drunk that he could focus on the most important matters—grappling with his new-found title, and Chapter Three”
― Claudia Stone, A Victim, A Viscount, And Miss Mifford

“Jane hitched up the skirts of her walking dress and clambered over the style,”
― Claudia Stone, A Victim, A Viscount, And Miss Mifford

“Voltaire, Blake, Fielding and Radcliffe”
― Claudia Stone, Fairfax Twins Collection: Three Book Box Set

“Masculine pride was such a fragile thing that Jane sometimes wondered how men had managed to dominate the world for centuries, when they were oftentimes as sensitive as flowers.”
― Claudia Stone, A Victim, A Viscount, And Miss Mifford