Julia Quinn
Julia Quinn
Julia Quinn is the pseudonym used by Julie Pottinger, a best-selling American historical romance author, who says she chose her pseudonym so her Regency romances would be on bookshelves next to those of the successful romance writer Amanda Quick. Her novels have been translated into 26 foreign languages, and she has appeared on the New York Times Bestseller List 18 times...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
heart
Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.
thinking ideas ties
It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost." James choked on his tea. "Caroline, you have no idea.
queens eye thinking
Miss Wynter, I think you should be the evil queen,” Harriet said. “There’s an evil queen?” Daniel echoed. With obvious delight. “Of course,” Harriet replied. “Every good play has an evil queen.” Frances actually raised her hand. “And a un—” “Don’t say it,” Elizabeth growled. Frances crossed her eyes, put her knife to her forehead in an approximation of a horn, and neighed.
rain years heaven
She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.
air rooms said
When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes.
love-is love-is-blind blind
Love is blind,” Harriet quipped. “But not illiterate,” Elizabeth retorted.
satisfied
I won’t be satisfied with anything less than everything,
doubt asking relief
She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize." "Well, that's a relief.I doubt I could find the words.
friday passion heart
No words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.And it was glorious.
mother expression voice
Hyacinth,” Lady Bridgerton said in a vaguely disapproving voice, “do try to speak in complete sentences.” Hyacinth looked at her mother with a surprised expression. “Biscuits. Are. Good.” She cocked her head to the side. “Noun. Verb. Adjective.” “Hyacinth.” “Noun. Verb. Adjective.” Colin said, wiping a crumb from his grinning face. “Sentence. Is. Correct.
children winning answers
I don't like your tone," was Violet's standard answer when one of her children was winning an argument.
men today idiot
Did you know I have always suspected that men were idiots," Daphne ground out, "but I was never positive until today.
growing-up trust-me devotion
I knew nothing but love and devotion when I was growing up. Trust me, it makes everything easier.
ducks answers certain
There was a certain history to this. While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her she’d looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.