Sadie Bosque > Quotes

“But it did matter. Because as much as he tried to deny it, the truth was simple. He had fallen in love with her. Idiot.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Deal with the Earl

“Rhys cleared his throat and tugged on his cravat. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes?” St. Clare livened up immediately as he took a sip of whisky.
“Do you treat your wife like your mistress?”
St. Clare raised a brow. Any other man would be sputtering his drink out of his mouth in surprise at the question. Not St. Clare. “No, I treat my wife a lot better than I have ever treated any of my mistresses.”
“That’s not exactly what I mean….” Rhys cleared his throat again.
“Then what do you mean?”
Rhys scratched his temple. “I mean in bed.”
“Oh…” Gabriel scowled. “I do not think I follow.”
“Well, I mean… All the depraved things you did with your mistresses, do you do them to your wife?”
Gabriel raised his brow. “If by depraved, you mean whether I pleasure my wife in every way I have learned how then yes. And she does the same for me.”
“You let her—”
“I let her do anything she wants to do to me and then teach her to do even more,” he added with a wink.
Rhys tugged on his cravat again in agitation. “What I mean is… I’ve heard time and time again that ladies are delicate creatures who cannot withstand arduous pursuits… There are things that are indecent—”
“Let me stop you right there, my dear, virtuous friend. What you think is indecent, I do to my wife every morning before breakfast. And what you call degrading or embarrassing, I call Tuesday.” He finished his drink and slammed the glass onto the desk. “There is no such thing as indecent between a husband and a wife. The only thing indecent is a cold marriage bed. Take it from a former rake.”
― Sadie Bosque, An Offer from the Marquess

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

“Tell me more,” she whispered against his lips. “More of what?” he whispered back. “How you don’t love me.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake

“You don’t know that you’re playing with fire,” Hades whispered.
“Then scorch me.”
― Sadie Bosque, Curse of the Wicked Scoundrel

“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

“The girl who was in love with you is gone. And the man she was in love with never existed.”
― Sadie Bosque, Return of the Wicked Earl

“I don't care that you don't love me," he continued quietly. "I love you enough for the both of us.”
― 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

“Oh, you’re home.” She smiled up at him, and he felt all warm inside. Home.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake

“I might not know the first thing about love, but I know that I shall rip anyone to shreds if they look at you the wrong way. You think if I don’t love you, that means I don’t think about you? Worry about you? Oh, I do. “I think about you all the damn time. I wonder if you slept well and if you are warm enough. Whether you are safe or have gotten yourself into mischief. Being separated from you is like torture, and not because I cannot kiss you, although it is definitely on the list, but because I constantly worry if you’ve had enough to eat and if you’ve taken the ginger root with you on your travels. Every time it rains, I pray it doesn’t storm because I know you’re alone….”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake

“She was no longer fearful for her future or that of her sister's. He was heaven-sent.”
― 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

“He wanted to take her into his arms, throw her on the bed, and have his way with her. Slowly this time, unhurriedly, leisurely. But he just held his breath and waited. Because he didn’t want her for just one night, he wanted her forever. And in this case, he’d have to wait for her to come to him. Even if it killed him.”
― Sadie Bosque, Return of the Wicked Earl

“The moment John entered Viscount Gage's study, he was greeted with a punch to his face.”
― Sadie Bosque, An Agreement with the Soldier

“Why is it,” she said after running into an inn and shaking her hair off of excess water, “that I seem to be constantly wet around you?” He cocked an arrogant brow at her. “I get asked that all the time.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake

“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

“So what if I don’t love you? I am incapable. But I miss you with every fiber of my being. Your scent, your touch, the glimpse of you. I’m haunted by the vision of you every time I close my eyes. I crave you. Your lips, your tongue, your tasty little”—he smirked and suggestively lowered his eyes—“everything.” Evie reached up on her toes and gently nudged his lips with hers. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears, and tears burned at the back of her eyes. “Tell me more,” she whispered against his lips. “More of what?” he whispered back. “How you don’t love me.” She smiled and kissed him again.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake

“Thank you for your flatteries. But I know I am not beautiful.” David sent her a dark gaze at that. Not beautiful? Does she not own a looking glass?”
― Sadie Bosque, To Fall for a Duke by Christmas

“Color red veiled David’s vision for a moment before he managed to control his fury. He wanted to beat the abusive old toad to a bloody pulp. Only he couldn’t. At least, not until he’d freed Niamh from her evil uncle’s clutches.”
― Sadie Bosque, To Fall for a Duke by Christmas

“Niamh gently encircled his neck with her arms and placed her face closer to his. So close, that she could feel his breath on her chin. She smiled at this powerful man, this stern aristocrat, looking unsure, begging to make her his. Didn’t he know already? She was his from the first. She smiled and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.”
― Sadie Bosque, To Fall for a Duke by Christmas

“What do you mean?” “I mean, I don’t want you to leave me. I mean,” David said, taking her hands in his, “that I want to spend the rest of my life warming you, be it with my cape, new gloves, or my own body. I want to protect you from all the hurt. I want to be the one to rescue you from muddy traps”—his lips twitched at that—“from horrible uncles and fancy ballrooms. I want to spend every night in your arms and wake every morning to see you lying beside me. I want to finally know if your body is as sprinkled with golden freckles as your radiant face. I want to make you a duchess and hang public opinion. I want you to be my wife, my life, my love.”
― Sadie Bosque, To Fall for a Duke by Christmas