They had staked out their corner of the club as usual, men too rich for their own good dedicating themselves to an evening of redistributing their wealth amongst one another, but tonight there were only four men in evidence, including Colin. Martin had been a rare commodity since his marriage. Lo...
Her nose was filled with the smell of horse. Her head pounded. She’d been flung over the front of Grey’s saddle and all her blood seemed to be pooling in the vicinity of her skull. She thrashed experimentally. Her limbs were weak. Her wrists and ankles were bound, and a gag was stuffed between he...
Lady Copeland cooed. Eddie had been trying to catch a stray breath of fresh air from the slender breeze through the carriage curtains, but now she straightened up. Such compliments were, she knew from long experience, barbed reminders to watch her posture or her diction or...