Sarah Maclean Quotes

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

~ Sarah Maclean

You realize that is you allow me to court you, all your opposition to marriage is going to have to be reconsidered.She smiled, feigning innocence.What opposition to marriage?Excellent.But I'm thinking we should have a long courtship.Why? He looked surprised.Because i find I've developed a taste for adventure.That sounds dangerous. Not at all in character for a delicate flower.She laughed. We know I've never been good at being a delicate flower. Besides, it shan't be too dangerous.How can you be so sure?She smiled brilliantly at him, taking his breath away.Because, on my next adventure, I'll have you by my side.

~ Sarah Maclean

Ralston looked down his long, elegant nose at the vile creature at his feet, and said, “You just impugned the honor of my future marchioness. Choose your seconds. I will see you at dawn.”Leaving Oxford sputtering on the ground, Ralston spun on one elegant heel to face Benedick. “When I am done with him, I am coming for your sister. And, if you intend to keep me from her, you had better have an army at your side.

~ Sarah Maclean

She had wanted more than she could have.She had wanted him, and more... she had wanted him to want her.In the name of something bigger than tradition, bolder than reputation, more important than a silly title.

~ Sarah Maclean

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

~ Sarah Maclean

No matter how troubled a character's history, romance novels tell us, love can be built upon it, and happily-ever-after can result. What's more, the darker the past, the brighter the future - and the better the read.

~ Sarah Maclean

Yes, she was a scandal.Her brother simply didn’t know it.“I fell in the Serpentine today.”“Yes, well, that doesn’t usually happen to women in London. But it’s not so much of a scandal as it is a challenge.

~ Sarah Maclean

We are a motley bunch. But we more than make up for it with tenacity. ~ Ralston to Simon

~ Sarah Maclean

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.[..] It makes you ache...you'll make any promise,swear any oath. For one...perfect...unsoiled taste

~ Sarah Maclean

It should all feel splendid. You tell me if it doesn't, and I shall rectify the situation.

~ Sarah Maclean

I think there’s a ton of fear in the perception of romance in part because there’s something very realistic in great romance — namely, that women have the right to demand relationships that are based on equality and honesty and trust and, yes, a great sex life.

~ Sarah Maclean

She told herself that she was happy to meet her executioner.

~ Sarah Maclean

You want me.”“Want does not begin to describe the way I feel about you,” his low voice promised. “Want is nothing compared with the level of desire I have. With the desperation I feel. With the way I long for you.

~ Sarah Maclean

That brow arched once more. Does it? You think people will believe it when the truth is that I ruined you on an abandoned estate before your father stormed the house with a rifle?She hesitated. I would not call it storming.He fired several rounds at my house. If that isn't storming, I don't know what is.

~ Sarah Maclean

But stay away from him, Juliana. When we said we wanted to make you a good match, Leighton was not who we imag

~ Sarah Maclean

We were discussing the fine puppetry of fate.

~ Sarah Maclean

Hope was a fool’s emotion.

~ Sarah Maclean

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful abo

~ Sarah Maclean

Sometimes love is not enough.

~ Sarah Maclean

Aren't we all victims of fate?

~ Sarah Maclean

What did you do to her?” There were a thousand things he’d

~ Sarah Maclean

Well, to be fair, he’s in a situation where intelligence does rather go out the window,” Cross said. “I have a theory that women actually siphon off our cleverness during the courting phase, and keep it for themselves. Which is why they always seem to see the endgame before we do.

~ Sarah Maclean

What does Éloa mean?”He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.”Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.”“You wouldn’t have.”“Was he a fallen angel?”“She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.”“Tricked her how?”He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.”Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love h

~ Sarah Maclean

You think I would take a wild lily and trim it to appear an English rose? You shall meet the ton as a bright Italian star.Callie couldn't help but chuckle. Capital. Shall we choose some fabrics?The words sent the cluster of women around them into a flurry, rolling out yards of muslins and satins, jaconet and crepe, velvet and gros de Naples in every imaginable color and pattern.Which do you like? Callie asked.Juliana turned her attention to the pile of fabrics, a bemused smile on her face. Mariana approached and locked their arms together. Leaning close, she said, I adore that mulberry crepe. It would go beautifully with your hair. Turning to Callie she said, And you, sister?Callie cocked her head in the direction of a willow green satin, and said, If you don't leave here with an evening dress in satin, I shall be very disappointed.Juliana laughed. Well, then I shall have to have it! And I do like that rose muslin.Madame Hebert lifted the bolt and passed it to a seamstress. Excellent choice, signorina. May I suggest the gold satin as well? For evening, of course.

~ Sarah Maclean

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

~ Sarah Maclean

I love your laugh. I want to hear it every day. I want to be through all this darkness and devastation. I want happiness now. I want our due. I want what we’ve deserved from the beginning.” He paused and stared deep into her eyes, willing her to understand how much he loved her. “I want you.

~ Sarah Maclean

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

~ Sarah Maclean

Why books?”Her brows rose. “I beg your pardon?”“Why are they your vice?”She set her plate down and wiped her hand on her skirts before reaching for the top volume on a stack of small, leather bound books nearby and extending it to him. “Go on.”He took it. “Now what?”“Smell it.” He tilted his head. She couldn’t help but smile. “Do it.”He lifted it to his nose. Inhaled.“Not like that,” she said. “Really give it a smell.”He raised one brow but did as he was told. “What do you smell?” Sophie asked.“Leather and ink?”She shook her head. “Happiness. That’s what books smells like. Happiness. That’s why I always wanted to have a book shop. What better life than to trade in happiness?

~ Sarah Maclean

But there, in that remarkable room, surrounded by a laughing, rollicking, unseeing collection of London's brightest and wickedest, Pippa's knowledge of anatomy expanded.It seemed there was such a thing as a broken heart.

~ Sarah Maclean

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

~ Sarah Maclean

Let me be clear. Last I was aware you were neither my husband nor my father nor my King. Therefore, any control you may imagine you hold over me is just that- imaginary

~ Sarah Maclean

The best partnerships aren't dependent on a mere common goal but on a shared path of equality, desire, and no small amount of passion.

~ Sarah Maclean

Teenagers are asking, 'Who am I?' and 'How do I fit in?' in every aspect of their lives, and the best YA romances appreciate that there is more to a teen's life than finding love.

~ Sarah Maclean

There is perhaps no more rewarding romance heroine than she who is not expected to find love. The archetype comes in many disguises - the wallflower, the spinster, the governess, the single mom - but always with one sad claim: Love is not in her cards.

~ Sarah Maclean