A FATEFUL NIGHTMiss Penelope Blayne is outraged. She considers herself perfectly capable of managing her late aunt's estate, but unfortunately, her aunt has chosen Jason Lisbourne, Earl of Rocksley --- the one man Penny wished never to see again. Worse, she is forced to confront the memory of tha...
Damon Farr, a war-weary cavalry colonel in search of peace and quiet, acquires a good deal more when he employs as his secretary Katy Snow, the mute housemaid his family took in off the street years earlier.
His subjects received him with joy. He married Beauty, and lived with her many years, and their happiness was compleat.” Steadfastly ignoring the pain of the classic fairy-tale ending, Cat translated into French the final sentences from the well-worn book which was one of her childhood treasures....
I didn’t care. They could rattle away the whole night as long they weren’t Chad pursued by an assortment of bad guys with guns and knives. The relief was so great I burst into tears. The thunder of hooves faded. Tears continued to drip. I’d been so cocky, so full of myself, asking questions all o...
Seated in the Trevor pew—with its high back, ornately carved door, and kneelers done up in petitpoint by Aurelia’s dynamic great-grandmother—were Lady Hubert and her son, looking for all the world as if they were attending the funeral of their nearest and dearest. Behind them were Squire Stanton,...
Yet she skidded to a halt as she threw open the door, for she was unprepared for the magnificence that had resulted from her few suggestions on color and design. Suggestions she now gave serious second thought. The furnishings, selected by the duke’s mother in the days before the French Revolutio...
A cloud of black billowed about a round face slashed with eyeshadow that was too light and lipstick that was too bright. Shapely legs shone deep chocolate between the lime green ultra-mini and an elaborate pair of sparkling white patent leather boots. Mandy realized, with sudden insight, that the...
He heaved a great sigh. “Wasn’t it great, mom?” he burbled for perhaps the fifteenth time. “Do we really have to wait a whole year for the next time?” “’Fraid so,” Claire said, ruffling his shock of blond hair. “Mom?” “Umm?” Claire mumbled as she straightened up. “Are you gonna keep him?” “Keep h...
She did not look at him, did not acknowledge the swift brush of his lips over her cheek. Offering the female dealer his most charming smile, Sergei laid a hundred dollar bill on the table. More blasé about his damaged face than Uncle Arkadi, she handed Sergei his chips with the warmth he was accu...