The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love Quotes

“This man brought out something wicked in her. A boldness of spirit long dormant.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“Refusing to meet his eyes, she looked at his mouth instead. It was a beautiful mouth for a man, she had to admit. Full and sensual, yet masculine. A layer of dark stubble coated the bottom half of his face. Apparently, Mr. Calvert did not shave as frequently when he traveled. There was something rather erotic about the contrast between the alluring lips and the rough dark hair. Something which almost made her want to run a finger over his skin, to touch those lips, to feel that layer of stubble. Would it be rough to the touch or was it softer than it looked?”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“I am very disappointed, Philip,” she said, still stern.
“I know, Cherry,” he accepted. “But… she did claim she was my wife.”
“She did,” she acknowledged. “Knowing nothing of your history or who you were, she did say such a foolish thing.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“The evidence was there before my eyes, but I could not believe it. I did not want to believe it. It was only when my sister forced the matter that I was compelled to accept the truth—that my wife had been seduced by my best friend, and was with child by him.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“If their first kiss—which he had commanded—had been one born of passion, then this one was of love and it was she who led. There was love in the kiss and there was a promise: I will never do you wrong, her lips said. Have faith in me.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“He had been left broken and wounded—and the wounds had never healed.
She pitied him, yes. But more than that. Her heart ached for him in every sense. She leaned forward and tried to tell him so with her lips.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love

“Perita is the dog,” Gracie said, in a tone which implied Rosalind was a dimwit for having not immediately understood this.

“You packed for a dog. Yes, I see.” The young dog was a lovely chocolate brown with the typical black mastiff mask. “She has quite a big head,” Rosalind observed.

“Of course, she does.” Gracie sounded affronted by her sister’s ignorance. “That’s the breed. Her mother, Medea, was even bigger than Hercules, you know.”

Rosalind was impressed. Hercules was the size of a small pony. At least, that’s how it seemed when he was flying through the halls of Sweetbriar and came barreling unexpectedly around a corner.

“Why Perita? Don’t you mean Perdita?”

“Not Shakespeare, silly. Alexander the Great.” Gracie was looking disgusted once more. “Well, his was Peritas as it was male. I’ve feminized it. Did you know Peritas bit off an elephant’s face when it tried to charge Alexander once?”

“Bit it off?”

“Probably not completely off. At least, I hope not. But I suppose it would have been justified if Peritas was protecting his master from being trampled to death,” Gracie said, looking thoughtful. “I’m sure Perita would do the very same for me. Or you.” She rubbed the pup’s head affectionately.

“Yes. How lovely.” Rosalind decided not to imagine what a faceless elephant would look like.”
― Fenna Edgewood, The Seafaring Lady's Guide to Love