James Peterbury hired a cart to drive him back to the farm, and left with a promise to come back as soon as he learned anything. He seemed to be reserving judgment, at least for the moment, and was still willing to help. It was small comfort, but better than none. Alec’s w...
The steady patter against the windows sounded almost like a command to stay in bed where it was cozy and warm. Although perhaps that was due more to Nate’s presence in her bed than to the rain. He hadn’t left last night, but still slept behind her, one arm draped over her waist. Without opening h...
It had begun to rain after dinner, first a gentle drizzle that steadily grew harder until it drummed on the slate roof and rattled against the windows. Charlie sent Barnes and the other servants to their beds and sat in front of his sitting room fire, drinking brandy and brooding. &nb...
Every evening, in fact, and often he stayed and talked to her for hours. Some nights he seemed bent on teasing her until Vivian wanted to scream and throw things at him, which appeared to amuse him to no end. Some nights he asked her opinions of things she had never considered a man would think i...
He was not looking forward to this evening, and hadn’t been since the moment Rosalind stormed into his study and demanded that he take his duchess somewhere. “You’ve married a wonderfully intelligent and sensible woman, Marcus, but you are treating her like a child,” she’d...
The sun was rising, light streaming through the gaps in the drapes when he slipped from the bed. Kate still slept, her hair a wild tangle across her bare shoulders and breasts, her face soft and young in sleep. He contemplated his bride for a moment. Howe must have been an idiot. Kate wasn’t a be...