And then what would she say?
A duel, a duel, a duel. Is there anything more exciting, more romantic ... or more utterly moronic?
Did this to him. Only her. It was a humbling thought. Gritting his teeth against his baser urges, Benedict began to move within her, slowly stroking when what he really wanted to do was let go complet...
You're twisting my words.I think you are doing a fine job of twisting them yourself.
You shouldn’t think of me as your responsibility, she finally said. He gave her a rather superior glance. I told you I would find you a new position. But— What could there possibly be to discuss? Noth...
You don’t want to do this, Miss Sheffield, he warned. Oh, she said with great feeling, I . I really, really do. And then, with quite the most evil grin her lips had ever formed, she drew back her mall...
You don’t know, Anthony said, his voice low and nearly shaking with rage. You don’t know what he has done. No more than what you have done, I’m sure, Violet said slyly. Precisely! Anthony roared. Good...
Why didn't you just let me run home? she asked.I wanted you here, he said simply.But why? she persisted.He shrugged. I don't know.Punishment, perhaps, for spying on me.I wasn't- Sophie's denial was au...
She exhaled, and then looked back to Nigel, who was still lying on the floor, moaning incoherently. Simon looked down, too, and for several seconds they just stood there, staring at the unconscious ma...
Places I Would Rather Be, Edition 1821By Lady Olivia BevelstokeFranceWith MirandaWith Miranda in FranceIn bed with a cup of chocolate and a newspaperAnywhere with a cup of chocolate and a newspaperAny...
One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet...
Of course none of those men was suitable. Half were after your fortune, and as for the other half—well, you would have reduced them to tears within a month.Such tenderness for your youngest child, Hya...
Neither one of you is going to kill, maim, attack, or even hug the other for at least thirty minutes.
May I tell you a secret? she asked. He nudged farther. Of course, he murmured. When I first saw you . . . tonight, I mean . . . In all my glory? he teased, lifting his brows into an arrogant arch. She...
Love was the best present of all...
Las mujeres, explicó con paciencia, se dedican desde los dieciocho a los veintiún años a afinar sus habilidades sociales. Y cuando piensan que están listas, salen al mundo, asisten a unos bailes, pest...
Just her and the great outdoors. Gwendolyn Margaret Passmore and a million blades of grass.
I’m trying to embroider. Hyacinth held up her handiworkas proof.You’re trying to avoid— Her mother stopped, blinking.I say, why does that flower have an ear?It’s not an ear. Hyacinth looked down. And...
It's very bad form to spy on one's host, he said, planting his hands on his hips and somehow managing to look both authoritative and relaxed at the same time.It was an accident, she grumbled.Oh, I bel...
Is your head bothering you? Louisa asked. But she wasn't paying much attention. Frederick, her ridiculously fat basset hounds, had spotted a fellow canine in the distance and was yanking on the lead....