Cait had gone to Bonnibroch to marry the Laid. As daughter of the Chieftain, this was her future.Cait met Adam and he was very good looking man. She was introduced to the Laid and was going in to clean up after all the traveling. Cait's father told her of how is isn't a fair and nice man. Cait be...
In a strange land of flashing swords and swirling silks, spicy aromas and hot breezes that feel like a lover's breath, Valdis is utterly lost. Constantinople is so vastly different from her homeland in Scandinavia. And the harem she's forced to enter so very treacherous. Her family cast her aw...
An Irish princess. A Viking warrior. His people's raids on her country should make them bitter enemies. But when he washes up on her beach with no memory of his life, Brenna finds herself drawn to the handsome stranger. His kind words and gentle touch make her long for his hands to caress her b...
Let Diana Groe take you on an unforgettable journey in this epic novel of adventure and passion that will sweep you from the icy fjords of Scandinavia to the sun-drenched streets of Byzantium. When Rika sang the Norse legends, her beautiful voice captivated all who listened, but after a raid on ...
But his mouth was so beguiling, so firm and warm, she found herself lingering like an unfinished sentence, dangling midair in search of a rational conclusion. His arms circled round her with a rightness that belied the wrongness of the kiss. He’d goaded her to this, as surely as a lamb driven to ...
A violent summer storm and impassably muddy roads would have better suited her mood, but instead the weather was despicably fine. She’d left Sebastian’s elegant equipage at the post station nearest to London, electing to return to town in a common coach to prove her affair with the Duke of W...
The mathematical precision of the maze calmed his mind as he counted the turns—left, right, two lefts, straight through at the next juncture. Then the pattern reversed and finally ended in a flurry of alternating turns that brought him to the grotto. The symmetry was flawl...
You feared there might be a decoy. But if the real Baaghh kaa kkhuun is not in Paris,” Sanjay asked, “then where can it be?” “Anywhere,” Quinn answered with a grim frown. “I don’t know about that,” Viola said as she unfastened the jet and silver jew...
“Don’t move,” Artemisia ordered. “You’ll change the way the light strikes your upraised arm.” “If I don’t move, my upraised arm is like to fall off,” he complained. She glanced at the mantel clock. “We have been at this for better than an hour,” she conceded. “Very well. Let’s take a break. The ...
Even before she reached the safety of her suite, she was unbuttoning her muslin overdress and calling out for Nanette to come quickly.She didn’t know how long she had till Lucian turned up on her great-aunt’s doorstep with that lewd little Faunus figurine in his hand and lust in his heart, hoping...
The feather tick was certainly more comfortable than his narrow captain’s berth aboard the Revenge, but he still missed the sea’s constant rocking, now gentle, now tossing him about. He willed his mind to give up and let his body find sleep. It was a losing battle. He laced his fingers behind his...
Agnes mimicked under her breath as she slipped Jane's woolsey cloak from the peg by the back door and wrapped the thin garment around her shoulders. “If Jane's lolling about in a tub like the bloody Queen of Sheba, her ladyship ought not to begrudge me the use of her wrap.” Agnes pulled the hood ...
Fortunately, my grandson Hartley has been given a rare opportunity to begin a second time. —Phillippa, the Dowager Marchioness of Somerset John came down the grand staircase with a spring in his step. For the first time since he had learned he was Lord Hartley, he finally ...
“Why did you stop?” she asked. He wasn’t exactly sure. He’d never been the sort to ask permission of his lovers. It had never seemed necessary. He took what he wanted and made sure they enjoyed the taking. But then, none of them had ever thrown him out of her chamber. Or turned down his proposal ...
Georgette protested as her assailant carried her bum first out of the House of Pleasure and down the cobbled street. She seemed destined to be transported from the crooked lane in this undignified manner with alarming frequency. If the situation weren’t so deadly serious, she’d have laughed. &nbs...
The bewildering thing is that one is never quite certain during which two steps this remarkable occurrence might happen. —Phillippa, the Dowager Marchioness of Somerset “Miss Dovecote.” Eliza’s chest constricted at the rumbling sound of that voice. ...
And sure of wounding the foe, The angels sound the trumpets alarm. —From “This Little Babe” “The way the carolers tell it, ye’d think the Christ Child was invading the stable. Alone in a world that didna want Him overmuch . . . mayhap He was at that.” —An observation from Nab, fool to the E...
Good Scottish whisky was a welcome change after Mr. Symon’s demonically high-proof absinthe, but the conversation with his brother-in-law left a good deal to be desired. Unlike his jocular discussion with Horatio Symon over shared liquor, there were long bouts of silence, punctuated by awkward at...
That day the bizarre city careened past her jumbled senses in swirls of color and sound that made little sense to her dazed mind. The calm man who'd bought her had spoken soothingly, if unintelligibly, to her. Only his steadying presence that day had kept her from screaming at the madness around ...