What part of his being hunched over a sheaf of papers was sointeresting to her? Because that was all he had been doing all week.Perhaps he ought to liven up the spectacle. Really, it would be the kind...
Weakness never got anyone anywhere.
We have been studying the Isle of Man for geography,' Frances said glumly. 'The people are Manx. There are cats that are Manx. That's the only good thing about it. The word *Manx*.'Daniel could not ev...
Turner let his face fell into his hands. I'm never going to touch her again, he moaned. He's never going to touch me again! they heard Miranda roar.Well,it doesn't look like you'll have much argument...
This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were meant to talk.
This letter is for both of you. I am so glad you have each other. The world is a kinder place when one's burdens can be shared.
There were a lot of things in life to be afraid of, but strangeness ought not be among them.
Their fathers had been twins, but John‟s had entered the world seven minutes before Michael‟s.The most critical seven minutes in Michael Stirling‟s life, and he hadn‟t even been alive for them.
The waltz allowed him to get just close enough to her to detect that maddening scent of lemons, and he inhaled it as if it would save his life.
The trip to Ireland...' her father was saying.'Is to determine his legitimacy,' Wyndham confirmed. And then, with a morbidly jolly expression, he continued, 'It's going to be quite a party. Even my gr...
The slanted light of dawn was rippling through the windowpane, and Miss Anne Sainsbury was huddled beneath her thin blanket, wondering, as she often did, where she would find money for her next meal.T...
The look Anthony shot at his sister was so comically malevolent Simon nearly laughed. He managed to restrain himself, but mostly just because he was fairly certain that any show of humor would cause A...
The girl doesn’t need a violin, he added. She needs to haveher hands bound so she can never touch an instrument again.
The dark-haired stranger’s head snapped around. Daphne? Did he say Daphne? She drew back, unnerved by his direct question and the rather intense look in his eyes. Yes. Your name is Daphne? Now she was...
That's all he said?' Mrs. Royle demanded.'He's not one for lengthy explanations,' Honoria said.'Powerful men do not explain their actions,' Cecily announced dramatically.
Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.
She’s rather desperate to marry the lot of you off, isn’t she? All I know, Anthony said with a shrug, is that my mother invited so many eligible women last time that she had to go down to the vicar’s...
She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.
She thumped her weapon (others might call it a cane, but heknew better) against the floor. Fell off your horse?No, I—Tripped down the stairs? Dropped a bottle on your foot? Herexpression grew sly. Or...
She looked up at him, wondering when it was that this man, her brother, had become so wise. If he'd yelled one more word, spent one more minute speaking to her in that mocking voice, she would have br...