The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.

Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?””He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of the species.

You worry me, Mags, so self-contained and quiet. Hazelton would not have been my choice for you.””Why not?””He’s a man who dwells in the shadows and appears to like it there. You have enough shadows...

I don’t suppose you told the woman you’re arse over teakettle in love with her?””I did. […] I went about it all wrong.””There’s a wrong way to tell a woman you love her?””Nearly shouting it...

I like it too.

Among other places, but then I’d help you remove them.

It was a struggle to not fall in love with a man who was determined to be decent to her when what she sought was indulgence of her wanton nature.Her recently discovered, very frustrated wanton...

Mercia wasn’t a little-in-love sort of man. He was mad, dark passion, sweeping emotion, and complete loss of reason, with his gaunt male beauty, his wealth and power, and his haunted past.

So she learned at the age of almost twenty-six how to kiss a lover. Such kisses involved tongues, lips, taste, feel, and soft, needy noises that had her pressing up into his body and wanting...

I live to bring you pleasure.” To Gilly, his words rang like a vow.