He’d come from there to the Hôtel de Flandres, shamed by Landon into the notion that he owed his father a visit. Thank God he had talked himself out of it before crossing the threshold. He glanced over at the hotel’s entrance. A British officer stood there with a woman. The two w...
Once again she’d shaken him. By God, he’d been thoroughly duped by her father. What an elaborate ruse the man had created, complete with a special licence, a story about Mariel’s absence and Mariel’s cryptic note. Enough to convince the bastard suitor he’d been thrown over...
He glanced down at her hand, imagining the ring on her long, graceful fingers. “We have had a short time together,” he began. She nodded, her expression turning wary. “You are going to say goodbye to me.” He squeezed her hand...
The Marchioness twisted her handkerchief. Her words came out in a rush. ‘You see, I have been such a failure as a wife. I…I do not know how to give a man pleasure that way and my husband…he is very dear to me, you see. He is patient and makes no demands at all, but he cannot bear to bed me.’ Made...
Each night she entered the gaming house she risked losing control over her gambling, but when her night was finished she found unspeakable pleasure in Rhys’s arms. She stayed away from the hazard table as often as she could, but sometimes the gentlemen gambling there, Lord...