“The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayston Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he had seen in a long time. Not that he made a point of lusting after… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“Is that why the top three buttons of your riding jacket are unfastened?" Miranda asked with an innocent look. "Because you were showing him… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“Do you really think I'm bad?" "Of course, Jane. Every woman is, if given the chance.” — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“Lord Sedgecroft--" "Ssh. It isn't polite to interrupt me when I'm kissing you.” — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayson Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“A grin broke across Heath's hansome face. "The last time I saw such a collection of Boscastles in church was at Father's funeral. Who… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“You look even better than you did before," he added in a quiet voice. "I'm the one returning to the party with his rhubarb… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“The late Dominic Breckland, Viscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.” — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“The late Dominic Breckland, Voscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.” — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“Heath slid two fingers beneath Adrian’s white neckcloth to feel his pulse. “In that case, I can state with complete confidence that he shall… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
“He wasn’t stupid. He’d watched enough of his friends drop like flies when the fatal illness struck. Now he was himself stricken; he showed… — Jillian Hunter Copy Share Image
