There Were Rules Among Friends, Commandments, Really,

So He Decided To Stay Out Of It And Instead Turned Back To Lady Bridgerton, Who Was, As It Happened, The Closest Person To Him, Anyway. “and How Are You This Afternoon?” He Asked. Lady Bridgerton Gave Him A Very Small Smile As She Handed Him His Cup Of Tea. “smart Man,” She Murmured. “it’s Self-preservation, Really,” He Said Noncommittally. “don’t Say That. They Wouldn’t Hurt You.” “no, But I’m Sure To Be Injured In The Cross Fire.

Elizabeth, You Resemble Nothing So Much As A Hen Trying To Hatch A Book.

And So Harry Became Proficient In The Task Of Cleaning Up Vomit.

You Have To Live Each Hour As If It's Your Last And Each Day As If You Were Immortal. - Kate Sheffield

When A Man Writes A Romance, The Woman Dies. When A Woman Writes One, It Ends All Tidy And Sweet.