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“Remind me never to trust a Spaniard, will you?"

She squeezed my arm. "You have my word. The moment I sense you going weak in the knees, I'll break his.”
― Jennifer McGowan

“I stepped into the long aisle and held my head high. It was total perfection, and all according to a plan I'd labored to bring to light for the past ten years. Finally I would be married. Finally I would be respected. Finally I would be...

Safe.”
― Jennifer McGowan

“It’s never wise to make love to a god.
I say love, as if
they understand the concept,
or anything except want and how to take.”
― Jennifer A. McGowan, With Paper for Feet

“It was my pleasure, Rafe," I said with a gentle incline of my head, using his first name quite deliberately. No "my lord" or simpering curtsy this time! "But I suspect will be far better matched with Beatrice. Her skills at all manner of dance have captured many a gentleman's fancy at court. Her experience is much remarked upon."

Rafe's brows lifted ever so slightly, but Beatrice narrowed her eyes, clearly unsure about whether or not I'd just insulted her. I hadn't really just intimated that she'd bedded half the male population at Windsor Castle, not exactly.

But it was close enough.”
― Jennifer McGowan