The fire that had been raging inside her ever since she met him, ever since she left him, was now having gasoline thrown on top of it–by the gallon.

Women, they were tricky business. A man had to step carefully lest he find himself in a pit of despair, longing after the one he wants and getting nothing but scorn in return. What was...

I’m a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.