Miles kept his fists clenched at his sides—probably to keep from strangling her, Varya thought. He had kept his anger in check since the arrival of her parents, but now that he had her alone in his study she could feel his restraint slipping. “There are no more surprises, I promise.” “Well,” he r...
Staring at the clock on the mantel, Octavia sipped at her second glass of brandy. Dinner had long since been finished, and Spinton had whisked Beatrice off to the parlor to tell her the happy news. They were still in there, doing God only knew what. At least someone was happy. “Mr. Sheffield is h...
It started the day after Miles discovered Devlin at the breakfast table. The marquess had made the decision that the sooner these two were married the better, seeing as how they could not seem to avoid inviting scandal. Some expressed surprise, others expressed boredom at what they had already su...
Days had passed with no sign or word of him. She shouldn’t be surprised, nor had she call to feel any disappointment. She had told him to stay away, and he was merely adhering to her wishes. She should be pleased, and she was—to an extent. Her life was much simpler and mor...