A young highborn doesn't mind risking a scandal that could destroy both her name and her sister's chance for a magnificent match, when she promises to instruct the young women at a notorious pleasure palace. But suddenly her world is thrown into disarray as she finds herself in a handsome rake's ...
“Such a waste of so many fine young men. Does it ever go away, the helplessness one feels in the face of such death and destruction, the sadness?"Mark shook his head slowly as images of his friends brought down by the enemy's fire and men under his command trampled beneath their horse's hooves ro...
When Cassie pointed out to her that Madame knew her figure and all its flaws better than its owner did. Rose turned mulish. It s as much as my position is worth. Miss Cassie, to see that you do us all proud. It is already outside of enough the airs and graces Miss Arabella Taylor's Susan puts on....
That initial impression had begun to change with her growing appreciation for his energy and intelligence, and it had been affected even further by her pleasure at being treated as an equal and taken seriously on her own terms for almost the first time in her life. Then came their sharing of the ...
And he was the only one who did not immediately condemn the animal as being a nasty, vicious brute, fit only to be a cart horse that would be worked hard enough to keep it too exhausted to exhibit any temperament at all. Indeed, it was a miracle that the horse did not subject the boy to the wicke...
One minute she had been clinging to him, grateful for his protection and support, and the next she was flinging off down the street as though she were trying to put as much distance between the two of them as she possibly could. “Damn and blast!” He cursed himself for a fool, though he had not th...
In fact, he was still mulling the entire scene over in his mind as he hurried from the theater to Suzette's charming house in Kensington. Far too experienced a woman of the world to complain at her lover's delay, the dancer welcomed him with as much evidence of delight as if she had not received ...
She had been so wrapped up in the play that she hadn't paid much attention to the bitterness in Lord Wrotham's voice and the cynical gleam in his eyes as he had spoken so slightingly of her sex. Now, alone with her thoughts, she recalled the scene in vivid detail. It was more than bitterness that...
All she could think of, all she could feel was the touch of his lips burning on hers, the warmth of his hands at her waist, the soft caress of his fingers on her cheek, and the reassurance of his arms around her. But it was more than comfort and reassurance that his kiss had given her. It had evo...