66 Quotes About Regency Romance

He then, with great presence of mind, put a stop to any further recriminations by kissing her; and his indignant betrothed, apparently feeling that he was too deeply sunk in depravity to be reclaimable, abandoned (for the time being, at all events) any further attempt to bring him to a sense of his iniquity. Georgette Heyer

I've never kissed an art forger before" Lord Huntington to Eliza Somerton in "An Artful Seduction Tina Gabrielle

But marriage is forever.'' Oh, not really, ' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die, ' she said.' Perhaps you will go first, ' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you. Mary Balogh

But marriage is forever.'' Oh, not really, ' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die, ' she said.' Perhaps you will go first, ' he said, though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you. Mary Balogh

His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie, ' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea. Mary Balogh

You are not by any manner of means the sort of woman I am in search of as a wife, and I am in a totally different universe from the husband you hope to find. But I feel a powerful urge to kiss you, for all that. Mary Balogh

People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it. Mary Balogh

It was William who would climb out of his carriage unafraid and help a farmer drive a herd of cattle or sheep across a road when necessary. Lisa M. Prysock

Te amo, Querida, " he whispered, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." I love you. You are my light in the darkness. Brooklyn Ann

Lydia is enduring the same fate, I may remind you." Vincent remarked. "And she is doubtless freezing, being forced to stand there in only her chemise." A rakish smile spread across his features. "Perhaps we could go down and have a peek." Rafe scowled. "I don't want you looking at my woman." Vincent folded his arms and glared. "Well, I don't want you looking at my woman! Brooklyn Ann

I need to go hunting now, " he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you. Brooklyn Ann

Te amo, Querida, " he whispered suddenly, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." " This is the second time you've said that, " Cassandra murmured. "What does it mean?" " I love you." His voice was as rough as his hand on her cheek was gentle. "You are my light in the darkness. Brooklyn Ann

Rafael possessed unfathomable strength. His speed defied the laws of nature...and his bite, good God, his bite. How could something so macabre feel so pleasurable? Brooklyn Ann

It may be small comfort, but I believe Rafe doesn't want to kill you." A light laugh escaped her lips. "Actually, that is a substantial comfort. Brooklyn Ann

You should know that Rafael is not the beast he would have you believe he is. He may be harsh, but he is fair. However, I highly recommend that you endeavor to be on his good side." She raised a brow. "Does he have one? Brooklyn Ann

Rafe pulled Cassandra into his arms. "At first, I wanted my arm back to feel whole again and to not appear weak before my enemies. Now I only want it to hold you. Brooklyn Ann

Rafe tugged her closer before she could trip over a gravestone. "Damn it, woman. Devil take your wagon! You fail to grasp the severity of this situation. Brooklyn Ann

There was no need to analyze the feelings that the people caught in the commission of the amorous act, held for each other, for it was literally written in their hands. Noorilhuda

My disadvantages will tire him as they would any reasonable man of small expectations." - Jane Adams Noorilhuda

Where do you prefer to sit, Sir?" (Lady Alexandra to William, the Duke, during her mail-order bride interview.) Lisa M. Prysock

We must go to the laboratory at once. I have some cannabis. Brooklyn Ann

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is love."( Sophocles)by Adam Harford, Duke of Harford, from the last page of "Sophie's Salvation Janet Aylmer

Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex. Mary Balogh

Call it what you like, my lady, but it is still spying. Jessie Clever

The only thing he was sorry for was slamming the door and perhaps raising his voice to the woman who'd been like a mother to him since the passing of his parents. Perhaps she hadn't really deserved his reaction, but he was, justifiably, weary of their meddling and hearing about his father's will. Apparently no suitable maiden was going to appear on his doorstep. He seemed to be looking for a needle in a haystack. . Lisa M. Prysock

Love is ease. Noorilhuda

Love will find a way against time itself. Sylvia Day

If I could, ” he went on, “I would remain like this indefinitely–clasped by you, held inside you, a part of you–without moving at all. When we make love, I fight climax with everything I have. I don’t want to come; I do not want it to end. No matter how long I make it last, it isn’t nearly long enough. I am furious when I cannot hold back any longer. Why, Jess? If all I seek is the physical relief of natural lust, just as I would seek sleep or food, why would I deny myself?” She turned her head and caught his mouth with hers, kissing him desperately.“ Tell me you understand, ” he demanded, his lips moving beneath hers. “Tell me you feel it, too.”“ I feel you, ” she breathed, as intoxicated by his ardency as she was by the finest claret. “You have become everything to me. Sylvia Day

He knew he could worm his way beneath her defenses–he’d read every word of those diaries. He knew the one absolute way to fulfill her every dream. The problem was, could he do that to her? He didn’t have to. He could turn about this moment and ride away. Yet that would mean leaving her forever. Celeste Bradley

A hot romp is timeless ... Sofie Darling

He clutched her to him with a desperate strength that almost hurt. "I will love you for your light, if you can love me through the dark times. And that love will be like the clear night sky when the moon is full. Not like the sun....but beautiful and bright enough to find our way. Kerrigan Byrne

I know you do not think very highly of me, but in some circles, I'm quite the thing. Jessie Clever

I love stepping back in time Frances McCarthy

To want any woman so badly was unwise, let alone his enemy's daughter." An Artful Seduction Tina Gabrielle

This was the kind of kiss you remembered when you were a very old lady with a very poor memory. Valerie Bowman

Every morning, " he said softly, his breath caressing her cheek. "You were my only thought." He tilted closer. "Every night, you were my only thought." His lips brushed her cheekbone. "Every moment of every day, you were my only thought. Erica Ridley

I may be dead inside, but I'm more than alive enough for you." He gripped her chin and covered her mouth with his. Erica Ridley

He tasted like Edmund, smelled like Edmund, felt like second chances. He kissed her as if she were as indispensable as air. As though his every heartbeat belonged as much to her as it did to him. Erica Ridley

She turned to him with wide, shocked eyes. "Why did he.." His lips twitched. No coarse language in front of the infants limited the ability to discuss the fountain of baby piss that had just arced halfway across the room. " Twasn't you, darling. It's one of their favorite bath-time games. " Something about the cool air on their naked..berries, " he substituted at the last second.. " Do I have piddle in my hair?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with laughter above her flushed cheeks. " Not much, " he assured her with a straight face. "You look almost becoming.".. " Decades from now, when our children ask how I fell in love with their mother, I'll say 'twas her sweet, gentle compliments during bath-time, and her fleetness of foot whilst dodging a flow of --- . Erica Ridley

I've come to seduce you." His pupils dilated as his gaze heated. She smiled. He hadn't been surprised at her presence, but he'd been very surprised at the reason. He held up a palm. "By all means. Erica Ridley

Can't sleep?" he murmured, the corners of his eyes crinkling. She blushed, but held his gaze. "Don't wish to sleep." " Mmm. I can help with that."... " Do you have anything particular in mind?" " Everything. Erica Ridley

The point is, people have been having babies for thousands of years. There will be frightening moments and exhausting moments, but more than anything---" "--- there will just be love. Erica Ridley

Be thankful all she did was raise her voice, " Mr. Blackpool told Sarah conspiratorially. "During the ride to London, I had to talk her out of scaling up the townhouse walls, should the door go unanswered." She had to hide her smile at the image of flamboyant Mrs. Blackpool climbing row houses like a circus monkey. "We are fortunate indeed that such measures did not prove necessary. Erica Ridley

Let me give you one piece of advice. Do not get between a woman and her cause. Jenny Holiday

It was so unlikely that she should be there, standing on the far side of the ballroom, and yet there she was. Unlikely Lucy, gleaming, a jade flame burning bright in a sea of mere diamonds. Polished and disheveled at the same time, her fitted, elegant gown contrasted with hair that looked as if it had been precariously arranged and might escape its pins at any moment. Jenny Holiday

Being a pioneering reformer is all fine and good, but it does leave one terribly in want of agood party! Jenny Holiday

The Earl of Blackstone didn’t seem particularly mysterious to Emily. In fact, as he stood there silently–except for that sneering laugh he’d tried to cover up–she could think of several other adjectives to add to the list next time Sarah was searching for one: rude, self-important, boorish. And, if one could judge by the slightly slack-jawed way he stared at her, perhaps even “simple. Jenny Holiday

To Jane's horror, he unfolded her paper and read aloud. "Possible Candidates as Lovers. Tina Gabrielle

The earl narrowed his eyes as he hopped off his bay gelding and surveyed the deep green expanse of lawn surrounding the ancestral home. The graceful house, built atop and around an ancient abbey, wore its centuries of accretion with aplomb, as if it had always perched atop thisgentle slope. In the slanting late afternoon sun, the fading red-brick walls glowed. “My God, I hate the country, ” he said. . Jenny Holiday

So the Bawdy Bluestocking was the proprietress of her own shop, selling lurid novels to ladies in the front and more esoteric fare in the back, from the looks of the shelves around him. He spied Pope and Crabbe, Shakespeare, of course, and names he did not recognize at all. He wondered how she chose her stock and where it came from. She must spend her days in endless research. The thought was unaccountably lovely to him. Evelyn Pryce

Hetty shivered. Goodness, he had no business looking at her like that. Physician my eye! Physicians definitely didn't look like him; they were short, round and adorned with wigs and spectacles. Susan Lodge

Devilment showed in his eyes. “Well, since it is a trial, we should practice so that we can perfect our kisses.”“ You need no practice. You are clearly an expert. Vicky Dreiling

Papa had always told Justine that guns had a remarkable capacity to focus the mind. She couldn’t say with any confidence that her actions had cleared the minds of the drunken louts before her, but she’d sharpened their attention. They gaped at her, slack-mouth and stupefied, trying to make sense of what their bleary eyes told them. Vanessa Kelly

Good night, my lord.” The words were pronounced in her most withering tone. By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left. Christina Brooke

A gentleman can’t let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed.”“ But you are not a gentleman, ” she pointed out. “You are the greatest scoundrel in all the land.” He tilted his head to consider that. “All right. You take the chair. Christina Brooke

She narrowed her gaze. “I don’t trust you to keep your eyes closed.”“ Smart woman, ” he said. “I wouldn’t trust me, either, if I were you. Christina Brooke

I only hope I may not be ruined, ” she was saying miserably. “I should be obliged to marry you after all, and then I’d likely murder you before the wedding breakfast was over. Christina Brooke

Keep your hands off me.” She spoke viciously, through her teeth, and he caught a glimpse of her de Vere ancestry. She was a virago in tiny, fragile, fairy form. Christina Brooke

Tears blurred her vision as she leaned over him. His mouth was surely made for smiling. For laughing. For kissing. Grief welled up along with the feeling that he might never do any of those things again. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. They were cool and unresponsive. Then they parted. She jerked back, saw his eyes flutter open.“ Don’t stop now, ” he whispered. Elena Greene

Linnet’s thudding heart raced blood through her veins, sending a flush of embarrassing heat to her face. She had been avoiding him, but she could never tell him why. It took all her discipline not to quail under Sir Anthony’s penetrating gaze. Blast the man. She’d lost count of the times he’d made her feel like a blushing maiden. Strictly speaking, she was still a maiden, but she’d given up blushing years ago–along with simpering, flirting, and so many other talents deemed useful to unmarried women. Except, of course, in Sir Anthony’s august presence. . Vanessa Kelly

Life is, you know, but an idea. You can fill it up with anything really and deceive yourself into believing that is what you need. You can be happy, sad, benevolent, crafty, unpleasant. That man filled it up with nastiness and it destroyed him in the end. I wonder what could have made him that way. Cruelty on the part of others or cruelty in his heart?" - Lady Cavendish Noorilhuda

I am still not used to being the possessor of such a grand title. I believe I shall have to start wearing a purple satin turban and carrying a lorgnette. Mary Balogh

I choose to believe that my father is still alive, that he has survived death, outlived us all, and possesses the soul that goes on and lives forever; We just cannot see him yet, for we have not caught up with him. our time will come just as his did. and no matter how woeful and lost I was when he passed away, I know I will be glad to go to a place where I can see him, and know he is okay and happy. It’s just not my time yet and there is no way of knowing if any of it is true." - Jane Adams. Noorilhuda