One of the best recent books I've read in this genre. The hero and heroine first appeared in the previous (first) book in the series and you should definitely read it first to get a fuller appreciation for the players in this story.Especially the heroine and hero are layered and/or hidden in pla...
This book is sort of the Platonic form of romance novels. Not that it's the best one, just that it's one of the most romance novel-y romance novels I've ever read. There's a hero and a heroine. There's a reasonably compelling reason they can't be together. They love each other anyway. There's mis...
Once again, excellent conversations that are pure brain candy for me. (what!?! the main characters... gasp!... have a conversation?!?...unheard of.) I thank you for that. What a nice change from the supadupa sex scenes that are shoehorned into all books of this line, which are... well, really bor...
But it wasn’t Lady Irving’s hall, or her quest—and therefore she need not be silent. “Empty, eh? That’s a spoke in your wheel, Rutherford.” Her voice echoed on the stone walls, bouncing to the ceiling dozens of feet above. “It might seem empty to your daughter-in-law, my lady,” said Richard. “But...
But quickly, he wiped this expression from his face, instead narrowing his eyes. “How did you get in? The door was locked.” “Money.” Doubtless he would dislike the answer, but it was the truth. “I gave coins to all the servants. They remembered me as your cousin, and I sai...
Caroline sat up straighter in her chair, making her voice resolutely crisp. “I think we must assume that Miss Weatherby will not be amenable to further attentions from you.” Much better, putting another woman in the room with them. Caroline had susp...
Frances’s face was but a few inches from his, her fingers cradling the bones of his jaw. The room was all her bright hazel eyes, the gentle arch of her brow, her warm dark hair, her creamy skin. He’d seen Frances, talked to her many times in the past few weeks. He’d even b...
She won’t get up!” Charlotte jerked awake to the sound of her child’s cry for the first time in more than ten years. The sharp odor of animal urine wrinkled her nose. Blinking bleary eyes, she lifted her head from the pillow. “Maggie? Are you all—” “It’s Captain! Aunt Charlotte, she did a puddle ...
With the building always bustling with relatives and lodgers and those who stopped in for a pint or meal after a day’s toil, one had no privacy save the thoughts one kept inside one’s head. Perhaps because of this, she was entrusted with many secrets by others who couldn’t...
Crosby, Please do not forget that you agreed to wait for my arrival before attempting to locate the original bill of sale for Nottingham from 1801. It is not, precisely, that I don’t trust you to be forthcoming about what you find, but as you have today lost a colt and I have lost two hundred gui...