Four and a half stars. I am surprised by the not favorable reviews. I truly enjoyed this book. I liked that she was married and was trying to reconcile what her mother told here about intimacy and what she was truly feeling. It could have been pared down a bit but the story was intriguing. This i...
stayed up all night to finish this. loved it so much! loved the heroine! she was so spirited and fresh! she fought for their love. the thing that sealed it was when she found some other chick pushing up on her man! she didn't run away and jump to crazy conclusions. she charges in and tells the ch...
For the third bloody time. “Bless you. Er, again.” Seated to his left at the head of the table, Miss Billings paused in her monologue about bonnets long enough to remark, “I hope you haven’t contracted an ailment, my lord?” “I’m fine.” Or I would be—if someone wasn’t wearing that blasted perfume....
I had not slept well. During the night, I had been visited by amorphous dreams that even the necklace could not chase away. I knew why: these were not demons that haunted me, but my own, all-too-human fears. Looking down at the list I was making, I saw the swerving, blotted loops of my usually ne...
Sitting at a cozy table by the fire, in a suite that the innkeeper had declared his “verra best,” Emma studied Alaric as he sipped his wine. He’d changed into a black brocade dressing robe, his throat bare, his midnight hair curling and damp from his bath. They’d both cleaned up after arriving at...
From the nodding of their heads and their looks of concern, Thea could tell that Ambrose and Emma believed the marchioness’ story. Thea sensed that even Gabriel was thawing toward his former comrade… although one would be hard pressed to tell from his demeanor. He’d once again donned his mask of ...
He blinked, his vision blurry in the darkened chamber. He heard a rustle. "Annabel?" he said groggily. "Not the last time I checked," a deep, haughty voice replied. Will jolted upright, air hissing through his teeth. Shock ov...
My husband, she thought in wonder. Mr. Fines—no, Paul—lay on his side, head propped up on his left hand where his wedding band gleamed. When their gazes met, his mouth tipped up, and an answering smile formed on hers. They'd done it. They were well and truly married. ...
“We’re already dressed for the snow, and it’s the warmest it has been all week.” His middle child took up the cause. “What would ten minutes hurt?” Not to be bested, his eldest quoted, “Walking is man’s best medicine.” When the rascals joined forces, they were a force to b...