He was the firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton of a firstborn Bridgerton eight times over. He had a dynastic responsibility to be fruitful and multiply. Julia Quinn More Quotes by Julia Quinn More Quotes From Julia Quinn It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood Julia Quinn understood Let me drive," she said, reaching for the reins. He turned to her in disbelief. "This is a phaeton, not a single-horse wagon." Sophie fought the urge to throttle him. His nose was running, his eyes were red, he couldn't stop coughing, and still he found the energy to act like an arrogant peacock. "I assure you," she said slowly, "that I know how to drive a team of horses. Julia Quinn horseteamrunning I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles. Julia Quinn i-love-youchildrenpast Nonetheless, I can't help but be flattered that you noticed the latest addition to my collection," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Because personal injuries are such a dignified thing to collect." "Are all governesses so sarcastic? Julia Quinn sarcasticeyehelping Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew. Julia Quinn clutchevilhands He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldn't coexist in a world with one of Colin's smiles. Julia Quinn smiletragedywould-be Daniel held himself very still, waiting for the wave of jealousy that never came. He was furious with the man who’d taken advantage of her innocence, but he did not feel jealous. He did not need to be her first, he realized. 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I'm going peruse it right in front of her, pull out my quizzing glass—" "You don't have a quizzing glass." He grinned—the slow, devastatingly wicked smile that all Bridgerton males seemed to possess. "I bought one just for this occasion." "Anthony, you absolutely cannot. She will kill you. And then, somehow, she'll find a way to blame me." "I'm counting on it. Julia Quinn glassesmotherthinking Turn right up ahead," he directed. "It'll take us directly to my cottage." She did as he asked. "Does your cottage have a name?" "My Cottage." "I might have known," she muttered. He smirked. Quite a feat, in her opinion, since he looked sick as a dog. "I'm not kidding," he said. Sure enough, in another minute they pulled up in front of an elegant country house, complete with a small, unobtrusive sign in front reading, MY COTTAGE Julia Quinn readingdogcountry It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment. Julia Quinn angelflowerheart Where is he? Bridgerton!" he bellowed. Three chestnut heads swiveled in his direction. Simon stomped across the grass, murder in his eyes. "I meant the idiot Bridgerton." "That, I believe," Anthony said mildly, tilting his chin toward Colin, "would refer to you. Julia Quinn threeeyebelieve As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket". Julia Quinn voiceeyehands To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world. Julia Quinn inkwritingworld And what renders him so unmarriageable?†Eloise asked. Francesca leveled a serious stare at her older sister. Eloise was mad if she thought she should set her cap for Michael. “Well?†Eloise prodded. “He could never remain faithful to one woman,†Fran-cesca said, “and I doubt you‟d be willing to put up with infidelities.†“No,†Eloise murmured, “not unless he‟d be willing to put up with severe bodily injury. Julia Quinn faithfulinfidelitymad I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more. Julia Quinn tuggingdresseswant Caroline, do you value your neck?" "Yes, I'm rather fond of it. Why?" "Because if you don't shut up, I'm going to wring it. Julia Quinn necksshut-upifs She needed him to be him. Even if he could not be hers. Julia Quinn neededifs Love works in mysterious ways. Julia Quinn mysterious-waysmysteriousway