Her dress was silk, a shimmering blue that caught the fire in her eyes. The cut was plain, a modest neckline with spaghetti straps, the rest caressed her figure all the way down to the toes of her high-heeled sandals. The effect was astounding and it was her curves that did all the work. The sedu...
Burns got the polish kit out and kept the coffee coming while I flitted through the reception rooms with an industrial super-lengthened feather duster. We decided on a bedroom suite that overlooked the lake and swapped out the lumpy mattress for something firmer from a courtyard-facing room. The ...
A door flung open further along the landing just as she reached the top. She went still, her hands gripping the edges of her cloak tightly as Greyston emerged from his bedroom, striding directly at her without pause. “Come,” he said, swiping her hand in his and sweeping her down the stairs. “Lily...
That’s what she’d said. Jack yanked his shirt from the hanger and slid into it on the way down the stairs. Megan was in his blood, had been since that very first thought of kissing her had hankered down in the woods almost two years ago and refused to budge. But he’d intended to control the desir...
Aye, definitely for worse. Amber belted the leather belt she’d found around her waist. The fawn britches she’d annexed from Krayne’s wardrobe were hopelessly large, but rolled up at the bottom and bound tightly at her waist, they’d neither fall down about her ankles nor trip her. He wouldn’t let ...
Well, slept might be a bit of an understatement. For all I knew, he was totally catatonic. The briefest brush with Demor fire could do that—and a lot worse—to a human, and this man had taken a direct hit.But his pulse was reassuringly steady, and I was reasonably sure he’d groaned once when we’d ...
Jenna exclaimed, her summery blue eyes alight with excitement. “A murder mystery weekend!” “Well, you know what Nana Rose always says.” I wiggled my brows at her. “When life throws you lemons—” “—suck on it?” Jenna drawled. “She only said that the one time.” “To me,” Jenna said, sounding so indig...
“The men-at-arms sleep here?”“Aye, m’lady, the laird has close on a hundred men at call.”Breghan chuckled as she recalled Arran’s guilt over the bodies he’d left strewn in Donague’s hall. In this instance, Ferniehirst was more civilised than Donague.When they reached the washhouse, her humour fad...