Her head swam and her stomach roiled. Where was she?And then it all came flooding back over her in a sickening wave. She opened her eyes and sat. The sickening nausea intensified when she realized she was in her own room with her own lady’s maid staring down at her.“Lie back, Lady Catherine,” Mar...
It had been a full hour since he had left her to contemplate her new surroundings—to grow wet and ready for anything he desired to mete out to her. As he made his way down the hallway to the dungeon room, anticipation set his every nerve on edge. He had toyed with more than one willing participan...
“Did Jenny have a good time at the ball?” Aunt Chloe asked, draping the gown Cathleen had worn over a chair. “She had a wonderful time,” Cathleen said, pulling on her dressing gown. Which is more than I can say for myself. Aunt Chloe reached for the brush. “I can manage to take my hair down,” Cat...
Primrose didn’t know which of her senses assailed her the most. She flinched at the grating sound of the woman’s East End accent and struggled against the urge to avert her gaze from the soot-covered face, the soiled and gaping bodice of a threadbare frock, the almost maniacal gap-toothed grin. T...
Every nerve in Patience’s body was as taut as a violin string. From the lust-filled looks James gave her, she had no doubts that he’d read the short passage she had underlined. Even now, as he sat blandly discussing the reconvening of Parliament and the upcoming season’s festivities with their ne...
Matt Gregory’s words echoed in her head. The private’s life he died saving was the man Smith’s former fiancée married. Her family still lives around here somewhere. Jillian gasped. Bowers. That was it! Lynn Bowers was a descendant of Harriet Cooke and Bruce Bowers. It all made sense. That was how...