By some miracle, Charlotte’s polite smile never wavered. It was a proud moment for her. After all, it wasn’t every day that a little old lady told you right to your face that your bosom...

If he kills me, I’ll see to it that you get hanged for murder as well.

What have I done to her?” Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. “What the devil did she do to me?

It took nearly a year to finish the ever-changing [marriage candidates] list, with the assistance of his sister and his aging spinster aunt, who lorded over their affairs as the self-appointed voice of cultivated reason....

See. I told you I would get that boy to the alter eventually. All I had to do was pretend I was a loon.