And Jenn, who gave me an unintended push. Chapter 2 Damian refused to have second thoughts. This was the best job for Julie. This was the best place for her. The castle was beautiful. It was the place where he could most be himself. Even if that meant he was surrounded by ...
My journey continues because of your generosity of spirit. Chapter 1 1805 The Trent Estate Miss Harriet Manning was not pleased at all. Which was quite odd because, in general, Harriet, or Harry to her friends, was the most amused and happy of people. But when one was faced with seeing the man, n...
He was about to do something very good. The tall windows overlooking Fleet Street, though closed, let in the wild racket of hundreds of vehicles, their horses, and the shouts of city life. It was a mad melee and he loved it. The added benefit of the smell of ink coming up from the printing floor ...
Granted, said angry Scot also happened to be the brother of the woman he had every intention of marrying. Still, Derek had not counted on all of the dukes from The Dukes’ Club suddenly descending upon his ship before it could set sail. Hell, before he’d even gotten on board. But there it was. And...
And Jenn. . . Who gave me an unintended push. Chapter 2 Julie put the journal down. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t keep reading his private thoughts. It felt so wrong, like a betrayal of him, and yet his grandmother had pointedly made sure it was in her hands. Why? Wha...
She wished to be his servant? He shifted his weight on his booted feet, suddenly feeling a good deal warmer than the heat of the fire could allow. He genuinely had believed she’d not take him up on his offer. Surprise after surprise. A satisfied grin pulled at his mouth. “Let me be clear,” he gro...
And Jenn. . . Who gave me an unintended push. Chapter 1 Julie Doyle couldn’t catch her breath. Just yesterday she’d resigned herself to toiling over an espresso machine making cappuccino art for the next several years while her MFA diploma mocked her every night she walked...
Bracing her hands on the smooth wood of the mantel, she squeezed until her knuckles stood white. Blessed heat from the fire seeped through her thin, silk dressing robe and warmed her front. Yet, she was cold. Colder than she’d ever been. She glanced over her shoulder. Candlelight glowed from the ...