“Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked.“No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry,” he said with authority.“Thicketry?”“Yes, that is the official term.”
Anne Gracie“Prettiness fades after a few years, but elegance only increases with age.”
Anne Gracie“Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked.“No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry,” he said with authority.“Thicketry?”“Yes, that is the official term.”
Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake“I was shy,” said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side.”
Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake“Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.”
Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake“I could still box your ears.”“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “You couldn’t reach that high.”
Anne Gracie, The Winter Bride“Well, go on then, Abby; run along and let the nice man compromise you.”
Anne Gracie, The Autumn Bride“They’d be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to ‘do something, Freddy, do something!’”“But what could you do?” she said, puzzled.“Carry them, probably.” He gave her a hopeful look. “Do you want me to carry you?”
Anne Gracie, The Winter Bride“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!”“Good,” said the angel. “I was afraid these new shoes would not be sturdy enough.”
Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake“Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.”
Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake“If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.”
Anne Gracie, The Perfect Rake