2.5 starsI actually liked this book but found some things to be problematic, the first thing being that as soon as Elsie and Alexander got down to the nut-cuttin' before the halfway point, I got bored. I was enjoying the sexual tension, the relationship-building, but then this somewhat sexually n...
Melissa Atwell has spent her life in her suite of rooms at her home in Bamburgh, England. The beloved and overly protected child of Christina and John Atwell, the man she thought was her father, Melissa was coddled and became well-read and well-educated. Her mother died when she was quite young...
Truly she did. It was the loveliest blue wool, soft and warm, and Carson said he bought it because it matched her eyes. That was wonderful, even if the scarf did not match her eyes—it was far too dark for that. But she couldn’t help being a bit disappointed that he hadn’t presented her with a rin...
—From The Gentlemen’s Book of Etiquette, and Manual of Politeness Five years later Charlie Avery adjusted his sleeve, brushing a bit of lint from the fine light worsted wool, then checked the time on his new pocket watch, a costly affair of eighteen-karat gold with diamonds in place of the nu...
You look . . . happy.” Graham gave his valet, Mr. Chase, a withering look as he removed his jacket. “I do apologize, sir,” Chase said, taking the jacket before Graham could toss it on the settee, “but I happened to look out the window, overcome with curiosity as to what it was that had you in suc...
Without her. It was inconceivable. Gone. Without her. A death, but worse. When her father had died, of course she had been devastated, but despite her deep grief she’d had the knowledge that she would go on, that death, as difficult as it might be, was simply part of life. She’d lost one parent a...
She looked toward where the reception continued, knowing she would be missed soon. Spying Julia, she went over to her. It took only one look for the older woman to see she was not feeling well. “I think I shall walk home. I truly feel dreadful,” Sara said. She looked over to Gardner, who was stan...
He’d spent the day with Mr. Norris and was filled with news about their adventures. It was obvious to Marjorie that George had placed Mr. Norris in the category of hero. It was nice to see her brother making a friend. “This is a fine hat, is it not?” George asked for the third time. “It’s smaller...