Lady Amelia is a paragon of virtue and virtuosity. She manages her brother’s home and staff. She has managed to make a fortune by her investments. Most of all, she does not allow herself anything but being organized and organizing others.Viscount Benedict Sheffield is also organized. ...
These were the skills her husband valued. By mastering them, he would come to value her, too. There was just so much to learn. The estate was twenty times as large as her little townhouse had been. The grounds, even larger. A sleepless week flashed by. There were so many servants, so many rules, ...
Evan hurled another rock into the ocean, not bothering to try and make it skip across the crashing waves, and faced the truth: He hadn’t been thinking. Not one single second. The only idea he’d had in his brain from the moment he’d laid eyes on Miss Stanton back in the tavern had been, Kiss her. ...
He was wrong. There was no point in saying, I’m not going to hurt you. He’d taken her virginity with one thrust, and now he was destroying whatever was left of her innocence. He swallowed against the sour taste in the back of his mouth. It was time she knew the truth. He would never be the man sh...
She dreaded seeing land and yet yearned for it. Not because she wanted her adventure to end—a part of her wished it never would!—but because she could not continue in this wonderful, terrible, breathtaking, make-believe world. She couldn’t live with such uncertainty. With ...
He wanted it to look like a romantic afternoon ride. He wanted it to be a romantic afternoon ride. The problem was his curricle. Never mind that it was old. He’d bought it long before he’d joined the army and had spent a solid year testing its limits and its speed. Never mind that it was cold. An...
Sweat raced down his back despite the bitter March wind. Devil take it. If he was too late… If the woman who’d haunted his dreams ended up someone else’s wife… He lowered his head against the wind and urged the stallion as fast as he dared. ’Twas wretched out. The streets were slippery with icy p...
Cain choked out, retracting both fangs and shaft from the woman writhing deliciously beneath him as soon as his passion-drunk brain registered the twin points piercing the sensitive skin of his shoulder in exactly the same way his own fangs had fastened upon hers.He was furious. At her, for havin...
The quiet steel in Major Owen Turner’s voice belied the torment churning within him. Addington’s ungloved hand paused above the set of cards. Silence engulfed the room. The only movement came from plumes of smoke fleeing expensive cigars and the fluttering pulse point upon the neck of the only wo...