Conrad growled at Armand. “Explain yourself! Where is this information coming from? How do you know any of this?” “I’ve been to England,” Armand replied. “I went to her house to get proof. I knew something was wrong. The way they were acting, the things they said—none of i...
Julie whispered, pitching her voice so that only Armand could hear. He glanced at her curiously. “He’s here for you, of course. Why? What’s wrong? I thought you’d be more pleased.” She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. ...
Three days to think, to ponder, to mourn, to grieve, to rage against her fate. It was so unfair that this should be happening. She hadn’t wanted children. She had never wanted children. Her own childhood had been so completely joyless she could not imagine ever wanting to visit such a horror on s...
With its picture windows looking out at the lawn, it was the perfect place for him to hide out while he licked his wounds. For what was possibly the first time in his life, he’d run from a fight. He was almost positive it was the first time, certainly he could not recall having ever done so befor...
It would take a sword to get the job done or, better yet, a finely honed axe. He sat in his usual armchair, attempting to read and making absolutely no headway. Again and again, his attention was snagged by the room’s other occupants. Georgia, reclining gracefully in a chaise opposite him, appear...