Long live tomorrow's foolish whims.
A god in the hand is worth two on Olympus.
Heath slid two fingers beneath Adrian’s white neckcloth to feel his pulse. In that case, I can state with complete confidence that he shall be all right.Then why isn’t he moving? she asked in a distra...
Lord Sedgecroft--Ssh. It isn't polite to interrupt me when I'm kissing you.
The late Dominic Breckland, Voscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.
You look even better than you did before, he added in a quiet voice. I'm the one returning to the party with his rhubarb at full rise.
The late Dominic Breckland, Viscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.
Do you really think I'm bad?Of course, Jane. Every woman is, if given the chance.
He wasn’t stupid. He’d watched enough of his friends drop like flies when the fatal illness struck.Now he was himself stricken; he showed all the Six Deadly Symptoms of a Man in Love:1) Inability to t...
Is that why the top three buttons of your riding jacket are unfastened? Miranda asked with an innocent look. Because you were showing him your bulbs?
The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayston Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he had seen in a long time. Not that he made...
A grin broke across Heath's hansome face. The last time I saw such a collection of Boscastles in church was at Father's funeral. Who invited the mistresses?I think I did, Grayson said, suppressing a y...
The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayson Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he hadseen in quite a long time. Not that he...