The Rake Quotes

“I'm glad you decided to come."
"It doesn't mean anything." He grinned. "Everything means something.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“Has anyone ever told you that you're unbearably rude?" she returned, facing him again.

"Why, yes. You have on several occasions, as I recall. If you care to apologize for that, however, I'll be happy to escort you wherever you wish to go."

A flush crept up her cheeks, coloring her delicate, ivory skin. "I will never apologize to you," she snapped. "And you may go straight to Hades."

He hadn't expected her to apologize, yet he couldn't help suggesting it every so often. "Very well. Upstairs, first door on the left. I'll be in Hades, if you should require my services.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“He wrote you a poem?" Evelyn looped her hand around Georgiana's arm and led the way to the chairs lining one side of the room.

"He did." Grateful to see Luxley select one of the debutantes as his next victim, Georgiana accepted a glass of Madeira from one of the footman. After three hours of quadrilles, waltzes, and country dances, her feet ached. "And you know what rhymes with Georgiana, don't you?"

Evelyn wrinkled her brow, her gray eyes twinkling. "No, what?"

"Nothing. He just put 'iana' after every ending word. In iambic trimeter, yet. 'Oh, Georgiana, your beauty is my sunlightiana, your hair is finer than goldiana, your—' "

Lucinda made a choking sound.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“To his surprise and suspicion, she smiled.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“Do you have nicknames for any of your other brothers?"

The youngster squinted his dark gray eyes in concentration. "Well, Tristan is Dare, and sometimes he's Tris; and Bradshaw is Shaw; and sometimes we call Andrew, Drew, but he doesn't like that very much."

"Why not?"

"He says it's a girls' name, and then Shaw calls him Drusilla.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“I would like to point out, though, Lady Georgiana," he continued, "that you have decided to stay in a household with five single gentlemen, three of them adults."

"Four," Andrew broke in, coloring. "I'm seventeen. That's older than Romeo was when he married Juliet."

"And it's younger than I am, which is what counts," Tristan countered, sending his brother a stern look.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“Would it make any difference,” he said quietly from behind her, “if I apologized again?” Georgiana faced him. “Apologized for what? For making me think you cared for me, or for getting caught at lying?”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“Someone who loved you would understand.” Stopping, her cheeks paling alarmingly, Georgiana snatched her hand from his grip. “I would never trust anyone who said he cared for me. I’ve heard it before.” With that, she rejoined his aunts, leaving him standing alone by the refreshment table. Apparently he’d destroyed much more than her maidenhead. He’d destroyed her ability to trust her heart—or anyone else’s.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake

“besides, everyone knows you hate Lord Dare.” And everyone thought it was merely because he had kissed her and then she’d found out that he’d done it to try to win a wager. No one knew differently: not her aunt, not her friends, not the noblemen of the haut ton—no one but Tristan Carroway. And she intended to keep it that way.”
― Suzanne Enoch, The Rake