Delia glared at Wesley from the confines of her carriage as her driver circled The Ring at Hyde Park later that afternoon. “My stuffy husband is still alive.” Wesley flinched. It hadn’t gone exactly as he planned either. Cantford was alive as well. The only bright spot was that Jillian had seemed...
In today’s harsh light, Shauna was faced with Owen coming to call. She hated the thought of Colette fluttering around the office while Robert manned the counter by himself this afternoon, but she’d already made one excuse not to see Owen, and he’d stayed away for several d...
Kier still held her hands and she clenched his to keep from swaying. Who knew a man’s lips could be so soft and yet so firm? The initial demand of pressure gave way to light brushing, a gentle caress against her mouth, as if to tease, to titillate, to entice… Fiona made a mewling noise deep in he...
MacLeod did not accompany us today,” Maddie said as she and Mari stepped down from the carriage in front of Wittnower’s Book Emporium the next afternoon. “He always escorts us—I mean, you.” “He received a post from Ian this morning,” Mari replied. “His brother is at Cantford and expects to be in ...
Elizabeth Townsend landed on her backside in a patch of mud and melting snow that made the winding road through the forests of Northhamptonshire treacherous. She grimaced as her horse galloped off toward home without her. Her uncle, the Earl of Dewberry, wouldn’t be happy to see one of his prize ...
Slowly, Abigail opened her eyes. The spinning of the room subsided and she sat up carefully on the sofa. What had happened? Her father stood by the desk, looking upset. Why—reality doused her as though she’d fallen into the Firth of Forth. Shane was gone. Her breath caught and she gripped the sof...