I thought this was a really neat take on the whole historical romance genre. I've read countless books about star-crossed lovers, forbidden love, unlikely matches, etc. between members of the aristocracy and whoever else might strike your fancy, but this is the first time I've read one centered ...
He watched the emotions flash across her face. Incredulity, shock, anger. Was it wishful thinking that he thought he saw a moment of longing? But then, her lips firmed, and the skin around her eyes tightened. “You could not have suggested this at a more inappropriate time. You know I’m to wed Mr....
Why had she believed him when he’d said he wanted to talk? Of course Remy had gotten her hooks back into him. Who had she been kidding? She needed to look for a man somewhere else. But she’d been so busy, between nursing her aunt and then starting her business. No one had asked her out for eight ...
Dougal jumped down, not surprised to see the ship was gone. No doubt the surviving slavers had gone aboard with their captives and set sail with alacrity, given that they didn’t know if the police would be arriving. For that matter, he didn’t know what had happened to the constables who had begun...
The dream, probably. It had been so completely unpleasant. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up, her stomach cramping slightly. Her hand went instinctively to the area. “Are you in pain?” he asked. “Nothing too unusual,” she said. “I do not have anyone to speak to about what to expect.” ...
At least he was advertising the company’s products. Rob considered himself lucky his staff didn’t walk around the office in the black mask and leather underwear combo that had been their bestseller last Christmas. It was one hell of a business. He smiled at Anita, who was walking by, hips twitchi...
Gawain was rich, true, but Beth had an acceptable dowry for her station. There could be no doubt that she’d be marrying beneath her if she accepted him. Gawain, the son of a manufacturer, made no pretense of being a gentleman. Hatbrook’s forehead creased, his gaze moving f...
Swankle reported, staring down at Alecia, her legs drawn against her torso as she leaned against a table leg, coughing. “Marvin knocked the bottle over on her. I saw him hit the table.” Ivan’s hand clenched around Richard Marvin’s shoulder. Marvin moaned theatrically. “Let him go,” Swankle demand...
the previous evening after he had behaved in such ungentlemanly fashion. He’d climbed into his wife’s bed late into the night, long after she’d fallen asleep. Alys was, thankfully, not a light sleeper, so his tossing and turning had not seemed to trouble her. When he woke,...
Lewis saw Lady Allen-Hill still wore her evening dress, though her thick hair had been released from some of its more tortuous braids, which had earlier been tucked and pinned so that they hung down the back of her neck. Her mahogany curls now fell down her left arm, cradling the outside of one m...