A woman desperate to settle her brother's gambling debts enlists the help of a gentleman thief who steals her heart.
Rebuffed by the next-door-neighbor whom she adores, a lively young woman in London devotes herself to helping others in need and ultimately captures her beloved's heart. Original.
Sarah prayed. “Please don't let these two great boobies sit here all the afternoon. If only we could play a game or argue as we used to."She looked to her left. Harcourt Phelps nervously uncrossed his legs and sat up straighter, an uncertain smile coming and going across his long features.She loo...
A bench of stone slabs invited wayfarers to stop and admire the willows overhanging the small yet swiftly running stream. Though not seen at its best by night, the sound was soothing to overwrought nerves. The light rain had stopped, and the moon shone its face through a few dramatically piled cl...
There was nothing he wanted to say to the son of a bachelor, not now anyway. He had to think about whether it was right to meddle at all. He had no real duty to Dulcie, who had many friends and a family to look out for her. And now she had Edith too. Walking along the road, he tried to talk himse...
When he’d gone into the night, still muttering oddly protective bombast, Mary bobbed a curtsy to Felicia and then, quite plainly, bobbed another at Blaic. “I’ll be zayin’ good evening, then, miss.” “Not a word of this in the servants hall, please, Mary.” “Hmph! Catch me tellin’ them anything when...
As he came to each turn, he shot an anxious glance at Camilla’s bent head as she sat on the sofa, reading. In a burst of white-hot creativity, he’d written an entire chapter in one night. His right hand still felt cramped, and the pages, ill-spelled and ink-spattered, showed the effort. Also, his...
Though the bed was made and the room generally straightened, certain signs gave away that the occupant of the room was definitely male. A boot fallen over beside its comrade, a crumpled cravat on the bow-front bureau, a few loose notes scattered about, one having drifted to the floor, showed that...
He could hardly take one step, especially in the south of England, without feeling jostled by ghosts. Julius Caesar was there and his lesser relation, Claudius. But not all his specters were of such high lineage. Lord Yarborough was as apt to be fascinated by the lowest pot thrower or meanest foo...
A good walk before dinner will give you an appetite.” Thorpe bestrode the path like a colossus in Hessian boots. “I hope so. I’m not used to being confined in a coach all day.” The view of the grounds from Lady Genevieve’s window had tempted Lillian to find her way into them. She’d strolled about...