He smiled. “I suppose I thought we’d have a madly impractical, terrifyingly modern sort of marriage. One based on love. Not to mention dangerous undertakings and hair’s-breadth escapes from burning buildings, high ledges and exploding...

Read as widely and as deeply as you can. You have to be a reader before you can be a writer.

My dearest Mary,Both my words and my conduct at our last meeting were ungentlemanly – born of haste and high emotion, rather than friendship and good judgement – and yet I cannot find it within...

Calmly, slowly, she reached behind with her left hand and came up against — yes, fabric. Fine linen, to be precise. So far, so good: she was inside a wardrobe, after all. The only problem...

Well, I suppose they’ll think I fancy grubby little boys.

For several moments, Mary couldn’t hear anything over the violent pounding of her pulse.

Angelica rolled the wedding band between her finger and thumb. “It’s terrifying, to be on the verge of finally getting what you want.