Gabe leafed through the report in disbelief. It went on for pages. She'd given not only the names, breeds, and ages of every misbegotten creature, but she'd appended a chart of temperaments, sleeping...
A better man wouldn’t play this ‘sweethearts’ game with her when he knew very well it couldn’t lead to more.But he wasn’t a better man. He was Colin Sandhurst, reckless, incorrigible rogue—and damn it...
He made his voice low and smug as he thumbed her hardened nipple. Smearing soot in a lewd circle. Don’t play innocent, Miss Highwood. You’ve been wanting this. A hard, sweaty pounding from the village...
Come on, Gray, another sailor called. Just one toast.Miss Turner raised her eyebrows and leaned into him. Come on, Mr. Grayson. Just one little toast, she taunted, in the breathy, seductive voice of a...
Don’t you do that. She turned away from the mirror, toward him. Don’t you dare make a joke. It took a great deal of courage to say what I did. And you don’t have to speak a word in return, but I will...
Anyhow, she went on, so long as my mother forced me to embroider, I insisted on choosing a pattern that interested me. I’ve never understood why girls are always made to stitch insipid flowers and rib...
What? You mean to travel almost five hundred miles alone? No. I can’t let you do that. I . . . I forbid you. It was Colin’s first attempt at forbidding anyone to do anything, and it worked about as we...
I will insist you be man enough to take it. I won’t have you making light of my feelings, or making light of yourself—as if you’re not worthy of them. Because you are worthy, Colin. You’re a generous,...