Bombshell Quotes

“He reached for her, his big hand cupping her cheek, his fingers sliding into her hair, scattering hairpins, threatening the quick work she’d done to put it to rights earlier. She didn’t care. Let them fall. Let them rust in the soil to be found two hundred years from now.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“This is how we love. Out loud. With truth. This is how we fight. Together, or not at all.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Men are ridiculous."
"For wanting to keep you safe?"
"For believing that you aren't the thing from which we are most in danger.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“And wherever women held power, be it a throne, a club, or a labyrinth, there were men wishing to seize it.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“I suppose you think you’re one of these new, clever girls.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Sesily Talbot you court trouble.
You disappoint me Mr Calhoun. I would have thought after what you witnessed tonight, I've no need to court trouble.
...And why is that?
...Haven't you noticed, American? I AM trouble.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Let me be clear, you arrogant man. You know nothing of what I will do if you die. If you die, I will detonate. They will have to invent new words for the havoc I will wreak.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“You are not reckless, Sesily Talbot; you are regal. You’re a damn queen.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“It was a crew if he’d ever seen one. A revolution, clad in rouge and silk.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“You don't think I see you? You think you don't shine like the fucking sun every time you walk into a room?”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“You are always ready to fight. It’s your natural state. You’ve battled your sisters and society and the rest of the world, never ceding an inch of turf. Claiming your space and your time for yourself. For your future. For your own path, whatever it may be.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“So you are not allowed to die on some silly hill and claim it was for me, Caleb Calhoun. I don’t want it and I certainly don’t need it.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“You, like everyone else in London, think life happens to me. That I live by the swing of my skirts and the breeze in my hair. You think I ran into the fray on a lark.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“They came for my friends, and I fought. And it wasn’t harebrained or misguided or a lark. And I didn’t do it without thought. And it wasn’t stupid and it wasn’t reckless and I don’t have to explain it to anyone.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Well? Does he have a plan?"

She took a deep breath. "No doubt something truly noble."

"No doubt something deeply stupid," the duchess said, irritation in her tone. "Which ordinarily would be none of my concern. But you love him, which means that when he does something deeply stupid, you are likely to do something deeply stupid as well."

Sesily's brows shot up. "I bet your pardon?”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“And when he lifted his lips from hers, and she opened her eyes, slow and sinful, he reveled in her beauty, in the way it promised him an eternity when all they had was a carriage ride.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“They came for my friends, and I fought. And it wasn’t harebrained or misguided or a lark. And I didn’t do it without thought. And it wasn’t stupid and it wasn’t reckless and I don’t have to explain it to anyone—least of all my sister who adores calling me reckless—simply because you couldn’t keep your hands off me long enough to walk away. That was your mistake. Not mine. And if you feel some false sense of responsibility or guilt or misplaced heroics because of it, that’s your problem. I won’t pay for it.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Athena?” She shouldn’t like it. Certainly she shouldn’t reveal how much she liked it.
“That’s what you looked like,” he said, staring into her eyes. No. Not into. Inspecting them. Searching, no doubt, for some evidence that she’d been harmed. “Leaping into the fight, like you were born on a battlefield.” When he spoke, his voice was low and soft, and if she didn’t know better, she’d think he cared for her.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Leaving aside my responsibility to your sister, my friend—” She rolled her eyes.

“Spare me the misplaced masculine honor. I do not require it.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Though, to be honest, she was rarely sure if she wanted to be remembered for a passionate embrace or for a passionate punch in the nose.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“This is how we love: outloud with truth. This is how we fight: together or not at all.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“brown”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“And he set about doing just that.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“are always ready to fight. It’s your natural state. You’ve battled your sisters and society and the rest of the world, never ceding an inch of turf. Claiming your space and your time for yourself. For your future. For your own path, whatever it may be.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“never know what to do with women who fight. They always forget critical information.” “What’s that?” “That when we enter the fray, we do so to win.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“one likes the freedom a woman on the throne inspires—least of all the men who benefit from keeping women under their thumbs.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“Sesily’s particular fearsomeness came with being thirty years old, unmarried, rich, and a woman. And worse, all those things without shame. She had never taken herself up to a high shelf to live out her days. She hadn’t even taken herself off to the country. Instead, she took herself to balls. In low-cut, boned silks that looked decidedly unlike pastry. Without bonnets made for either debutantes or spinsters.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“The kind of man who knows it should be my choice.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“A revolution clad in rouge and silk.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“And when men came for it, I did what any decent person would do - what you did, I might add - I fought.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell