I have nothing to say, she said in a tight little voice. If you have, I wish you would just say it and get it over with. I’m sure we both have other things to do this afternoon. Alex’s hands grasped h...
He paused for dramatic effect, waiting until all eyes were on him before turning and looking at Jane, an intimate, heavy-lidded look designed just for her—and his audience. Holding out both hands to h...
Freethinking, Lady Frederick? She hated that name. It was like a shackle around her neck, engraved with the name of her master. She took a step back, her face openly mutinous in the light of the singl...
Counterpane
Unfortunately, I knew exactly what I was suffering from. LIPID (Last Idiot Person I Dated) syndrome: a largely undiagnosed but pervasive disease that afflicts single women. My roommates and I had come...
Turning to Turnip, Miss Dempsey said, 'Do you think?'. 'As little as I can,' Turnip replied honestly.
This was what the poets couldn't put in their poetry, she thought dumbly, the rush of desire so fierce and pure it made one shake, all on the force of a word.
There's nothing so attractive as a blank slate. Take one attractive man, slap on a thick coat of daydream, and voila, the perfect man. With absolutely no resemblance to reality.
There was a curiously ferocious quality to their lovemaking, as if it were a competition to see which of them could elicit the greater response from the other. It was as though they were trying to sco...
That's a good point, I suppose,' he said in that way people have when you've just said something that's so off the mark it might as well be in Sanskrit, but they like you, so they want to make somethi...
Sometimes Richard had the sinking suspicion that he had a far better chance of preventing Bonaparte from conquering Europe than he had of thwarting his mother’s plans to see him married off within the...
She could only hold on to her husband with both hands and promise herself that the best way to keep someone was to let him go.
Richard! On Hortense’s lips, the name was soft and exotic, Reeshard.She demanded of him in French, When did you return?Richard bowed over Mme Bonaparte’s hand before kissing her daughter’s. I returned...
Richard found his quarry in the library.‘Selwick!’ The Honourable Miles Dorrington flung aside the news sheet he had been reading, leapt up from his chair and pounded his friend on the back. He then h...
Jack reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The perfume was growing on him. How are your blisters?It didn’t work. They sting, said Jane shortly. But I didn’t mind that. I didn’t min...
Jack looked down at the cracked paving at his feet. The last thing he wanted was to have a discussion about his emotions with the woman who had married his father—who, for some bizarre reason, everyon...
It would be, like all of Pammy's parties, hot and crowded and filled with impossibly glamorous people with hip bones so sharp they could qualify as concealed weapons.
It was the usual sort of academic battle: footnotes at ten paces, bolstered by snide articles in academic journals and lots of sniping about methodology, a thrust and parry of source and countersource...
His look felt like a touch
Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies.