And she arched, screaming, the lightning blazing from her center, sparking through her limbs, flying out her fingertips.She was incandescent.He fell atop her, heavy and male, pulling her legs up aroun...
Society will judge you rather harshly, my dear. She
You’re burning, she gasped. Then you ought not to touch me, he said seriously. You’ll be consumed. Too late, she muttered, and pivoted, trying to drag him, he presumed, toward the bed. You’re awfully...
You do have to save my brother, she said, because if you do not I will tell everyone in England that you are the Ghost of St. Giles.
What of all the men who made her what she is by associating with her? she asked. No one worries about the reputation of the men who patronize whores. I can’t believe you would speak of such things, he...
Well, I suppose I wouldn’t have been going to Harte’s Folly again in any case. Why not? he asked absently. Was the play not to your liking? We didn’t get that far. She sighed. Penelope had rather a fi...
This is who I am, Séraphine. Naked, with blade and blood. I am vengeance. I am hate. I am sin personified. Never mistake me for the hero of this tale, for I am not and shall never be. I am the villain...
There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.
Temperance pursed her lips, her eyes firmly fixed on the growing mound of chopped turnip roots. Do you think anyone really likes turnips?Temperance…Temperance poked the tip of her knife into a white c...
Somehow she knew he would take a love affair very seriously indeed. Once that pinpoint focus was engaged, he would throw himself body and soul into the liaison. In the the woman he decided to take as...
Shh, he whispered. You asked me if I loved you. I do. I love you more than life itself. Nothing matters in this world but that you live. Can you do that for me? Can you live?
She stood in profile across the green, her back straight, her stance that of some long ago warrior maiden. As he walked toward her, Miss Greaves drew back her bow briskly, aiming a tad high to account...
She leaned forward, her expression determined. Do you mean to sleep with me tonight?He looked at her.She was like a dog that would not leave a bone. She sat across from him in his mother's old yellow...
She knew about young boys—she'd spent the last year taking care of them. They were tough and reckless and yet at the same time so very sweet and vulnerable. Their cheeks were soft and their eyes apolo...
She ducked her head, studying his fingers, spreading them against her own, comparing their lengths. His hand dwarfed hers.
One would not think that fish were so silly as to confuse feathers and a hook for a fly alighting on the water, but apparently fish were foolish creatures. Or perhaps they were simply very nearsighted...
Miss Greaves drifted behind them, silent as a wraith. He had the most persistent urge to turn and confront her—make her say something to him.
Lily opened the door. Maude, would you— She cut herself off. Maude was nowhere in sight, but Caliban was across the room, holding a page of her play to the light of the fire. His eyes were intent, his...
I’ve never violated any woman. Have you killed? He paused at that, before reaching into the wardrobe to move aside her spare day gown. Once or twice. The men deserved it, I assure you.
I’m afraid I’m rather used to females making themselves shameless for me.