Joshua’s description of the symptoms almost suggested that the horses had been poisoned. Then he heard Holly scrambling across the cobbles to catch up with him. “It could be nothing more than a severe case of colic. Surely your Mr. Peterson is increasing their water and walking them, perhaps admi...
They didn’t call her the Painted Paramour for no reason, for the woman was nothing if not bottled sensuality steaming for escape. A passion for portraits indeed. With her talk of overwhelming sensations and unique responses, she’d all but likened art to physical intimacy in a way that made his bl...
The opening paragraphs assured her that Holly and Willow both presently enjoyed good health, although Willow had suffered a bit of a cold the previous week. Of late their book emporium had seen a brisk business, a fortunate circumstance that nonetheless made Ivy cringe when she thought of either ...