“You have been a godsend these three weeks, Mrs. Sinclair. I don’t know how I’ve managed this far without you.” As her employer walked into the room, Amelia cleared her throat and blinked back her tears. Being called Mrs. Sinclair always reminded her of the games she and...
Lord, she wanted to celebrate. Silver had also grown more confident. Partly because of her new dresses. Wearing the exquisite clothes Madame Devereux and her assistants had so miraculously created was like her armor. They protected her against self-consciousness while r...
He prayed that after calling here on his mistress Angela, he'd forget the mystery woman's stunning violet eyes.At least he knew of a certainty she wasn't a horse thief. On his way back to Claremont, he'd found his missing stallion munching on some winter grass. He felt like such an ass. If he cou...
