For all of his faults, and he had plenty of them, Geoffrey Woodward hadn’t destroyed the house. He hadn’t changed much except to add a few more artistic touches to it. According to the staff, most of which Woodward had kept on after he had taken the house from her father, he had been almost as fo...
He supposed he should try to take charge of their unruly attitude. Alas, he hadn’t the heart to speak sternly to them since they had lost their mother, and he had been unwilling to give that responsibility to their nursemaids, as his own bad experiences with his first nanny had put a sour taste i...
Her breath was hitched in her throat, and she forgot how to breathe for a few moments. She somehow made her way to the bed. Falling onto it, she rested her head on the pillows. She did not know why the sight of Rafe in Chastity’s arms pained her so much. She did not love h...
He strode up the long walk. The gardens were derelict and no trees, or shrubberies of any sort decorated the vast lawn. The place had an air of staleness to it, and told him that whoever lived here was cold, calculating and bereft of any kind of want to keep the house looking the way it should. T...
“Fetch Lords Knightwick, Prescott and Spaulding for me,” he said, to a footman. “And tell them to meet me in my Library.” “Yes, my lord,” the footman said, dashing off. He had hoped to have a rather different ending to the night, but he wouldn’t res...