Dukes Quotes

“History books say that kings and dukes and generals start wars. Don't believe it. We start them, you and I. Every time we turn away, keep quiet, stay out of it, behave ourselves.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Stepsister

“In two days I'll fly to Georgia to sign estate paperwork and retrieve Father's remains, which are going straight down a toilet at the dodgiest petrol station I can find.”
― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Temptation

“Excuse me?”
The librarian looked up again.
“I need help now. I need to print this article and . . . do you have any books about dukes?”
The librarian’s eyes went wide and she rubbed her hands together with glee. “We have a fantastic romance section,” she said. “Do you need recommendations? How do you like your dukes? Grumpy? Tortured? Alpha, beta, or alpha in the streets, beta in the sheets?”
“Actually, I meant nonfiction,” Portia said glumly.
The librarian sighed. “Aye. Just a warning, love—the non-fic dukes are not nearly as fun.”
― Alyssa Cole, A Duke by Default

“Ned: I figured it was time for a picnic by the menagerie.
Jenny: And you brought me? Why not take the woman you're marrying?
Ned: She's grown up with the Duke of Ware. Lions seem less ferocious.”
― Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

“She laughed, and the duke might actually have smiled, though one could never be certain.”
― Carolyn Jewel, In the Duke's Arms

“He kissed her bottom lip, stroked it with his tongue. “You are so beautiful. When is the last time someone told you that?”
“Hmm, I believe a gentleman on a London street may have suggested something of the sort,” she said, with faux sweetness. He loved her sauciness. “In deed if not word.”
“He should have said it out loud,” Cross murmured. “In front of everyone. He should have shouted it from the street corner, to all who would listen. Cherry Lambe is a beautiful, beautiful woman.”
“Yes, I’m sure that would have gone over well,” she whispered. “I can see the headline now. Duke draws attention to himself over infatuation with female journalist gone rogue.”
“Infatuation?” he said, delighted. “Is that what you would describe this as?”
He could almost hear her blushing in the shadowy room.
“Well, I did not mean to presume…” She sounded wonderfully embarrassed.
He lowered his lips to her ear. “It is all right, Mrs. Lambe. I assure you. It’s true. I am infatuated with you. Consumed, in fact.”
Lovesick. Besotted. He could go on, but decided it would be unwise.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Duke Report

“This would not do. She would have to learn to control it.
She could not go around feeling such uncontrollable swells of feeling for her husband.
Especially not when such feelings stirred up desires and when desires became deeds.
Deeds like secretly kissing her husband in his bed while he was sleeping.”
― Fenna Edgewood, To All the Earls I've Loved Before