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
each-day lasts hours
You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield
marriage girl mother
My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington
cousin writing wife
Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Cousin‟s Wife. Moses must have forgotten to write that one down
niece eyelashes bats
I have thoroughly compromised your niece," Alex declared. "Will you plase insist that she marry me?" Caroline didn't bat an eyelash. "This", she announced, "is most peculiar.
friday monday years
She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later. She sighed. It seemed fairly pathetic.
wicked
Tell me something wicked.
grandmother thinking names
Stirlings of old had been so damned besotted with their newfound earldom that they couldn't think to put any other name on anything...It was a wonder he didn't drink Kilmartin Tea and sit on a Kilmartin-style chair. In fact, he probably would be doing just that if his grandmother had found a way to manage it without actually taking the family into trade.
watches idiot
Watch over Honoria, will you? See that she doesn’t marry an idiot.
giving people looks
You are always looking at people like this.” And then she made a face, one he couldn’t possibly begin to describe. “If I ever look like that,” he said dryly, “precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.
exciting
A duel, a duel, a duel. Is there anything more exciting, more romantic ... or more utterly moronic?
mistake men
Men. The day they learned to admit to a mistake was the day they became women.
rewards quiet capricious
Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.
heart looks melting
He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. His face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. She knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. And his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. She knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.
heart men feelings
There were only so many ways a man‟s heart could break, and he had a feeling his couldn‟t survive another puncture.