Anna Bradley > Anna's Quotes

“She was determined to sever the connection between her brain and her mouth before any unpleasant truths could escape. After all, she didn’t need a brain to flirt, did she?”
― Anna Bradley, A Wicked Way to Win an Earl

“If a wicked rake doesn’t kiss a young lady when they’re alone in a moonlit rose garden, might it mean he doesn’t intend to? There were rules about such things. Weren’t they written down somewhere? If not, then they should be. A Treatise on Rakes, written for Susceptible Young Ladies, by a Lady of Distinction.”
― Anna Bradley, A Wicked Way to Win an Earl

“Oh, how glorious it must be, to care nothing for society’s censure, but how terrible it must be, to care for nothing at all.”
― Anna Bradley, A Season of Ruin

“He didn’t want to see inside Lily’s heart; he didn’t want to know her beauty was the least remarkable thing about her.”
― Anna Bradley, A Season of Ruin

“His hopes for a brawl faded as he neared Mayfair without any sign of a footpad or even an obliging cutthroat. Good God, what had London come to when a single gentleman remained unmolested on the streets at night?”
― Anna Bradley, A Season of Ruin

“Robyn made it a policy to never feel guilty for any of his sins, as it was a short step from guilt to confession. The kiss had been nothing. Or nearly nothing. Very close to nothing. Admit nothing.”
― Anna Bradley, A Season of Ruin

“His kiss was like being on the back of a runaway horse, soaring over hills and galloping through streams and flying over logs in one spectacular jump after another, heart pounding and hair flying, breathless, exhilarated, and terrified.”
― Anna Bradley, A Season of Ruin

“Charlotte Sutherland was dancing with Cam’s cousin, Julian West. Handsome, charming, irresistible Julian. Damn shame he was such a rake. With every turn of the dance Julian drew closer to the open French doors leading onto the terrace and the dark garden beyond, his quarry caught in his arms. Such a scenario was a bit worrying for the young lady. Someone could get hurt. Or ruined.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“Eleanor bit her lip. Camden West appeared remarkably…sturdy. His shoulders were half the length of the mantle, for pity’s sake, and he wasn’t thin or gangly like so many men of such imposing height. Perhaps he padded his coats? Yes, that must be it. The chest and the arms, anyway. Eleanor’s gaze dropped to his tight, buff-colored breeches. He must pad those, as well. Her face heated. My. That was a great deal of padding.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“Every night afterward, for months, years, he’d think about this moment and wonder what had made him turn. Had he sensed her before he saw her? Or did he catch her scent? Every night afterward, for months, for years, he’d remind himself it didn’t matter why he’d turned. It mattered only he had, and he’d seen her. Nothing was ever the same again, after that.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“Something in his chest leapt toward her then. His heart, he thought it was, but it didn’t matter, really. Whatever it was, it was a part of him, and he’d never get it back from her. Didn’t want it back.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“The night they’d made love, Eleanor had given him everything. She’d placed her body and her pleasure in his hands, yes, but she’d given him her trust, too. He’d felt it in every sigh, every gasp, every kiss, and it had devastated him. Humbled him. It was the sweetest pleasure he’d ever known.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“He could take Ellie’s freedom. He could take her body. He could take her name and use it, use her, both for Amelia and for himself. He could take her future away, and tell her she owed it to him. Tell himself she owed it to him, too. But he couldn’t take her love. He couldn’t force it from her, or steal it from her. She had to choose to give it to him. She had to reach down into her heart, past the panic and the fear, and offer it to him willingly. Her love was the only thing that mattered. It had always been the only thing that mattered. The best he could do, the most he could do, was try and deserve it.”
― Anna Bradley, Lady Eleanor's Seventh Suitor

“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
― Neil Gaiman

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

“Substitute 'damn' every time you're inclined to write 'very;' your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”
― Mark Twain

“Oh no. Oh God. I couldn't possibly be so stupid."

"Don't limit yourself. You can be anything you wish.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked

“Failure is a bruise. Not a tattoo.”
― Jon Sinclair

“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
― Groucho Marx, The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx

“I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
― Groucho Marx

“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
― Madeleine L'Engle

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

“You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.”
― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

“What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods