“Wallingford vaulted up from his chair. “You’ve come here so that I can mollify you and share in your belittling of Anais?… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Oh, God, I would give anything to change the past,” he gasped. “To make it so that the last thing you saw… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“My dearest Lucy,” he said, his gaze never wavering from hers, “I would die for you.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Black would trust her with his secrets. He would protect hers. But did she trust him with her heart? Could she? She… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Matthew,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “How can I save you?” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“The man was an enigma. One minute he was looking at her as though he would kiss her senseless, the next he… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even his seed.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“As I said, you have mistaken me for another. London is full of drab little peahens, sir. Now, then, I’m leaving,” she… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Why?” he screamed, letting the noise bellow out loud and ferocious. “Why can I not have some measure of peace?” he questioned.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Tilting her face back, he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, unable to settle on his face. And the same terrifying… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Am I to die?” I asked, and he stopped, raised our joined hands to his mouth and gently kissed my knuckles. “You… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“...It’s always only ever been you. And it always will be, Beth. You have my heart. My love. And my regret that… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you see?” “Don’t look at me,” she cried, now utterly unhinged. “Don’t look… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“The first time I met death, it was at a ball and we danced a waltz.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I’m,” he swallowed thickly, unsure of why he wanted-no needed to explain his behavior to her. “I am not comfortable amongst the… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I won’t say it’s going to be easy for me, Madeline. I’ve lived too long in darkness and shadows, but if you’re… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I’ll come back to you,” he whispered, not meaning to say it out loud. “And I will ravish you over breakfast, and… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Good evening, Miss Fairmont.” She saw Black sprawled out in a wingback chair, jacketless, the white shirt he wore unbuttoned to the… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I do not know what to say, how to tempt you. If you had a price, I would pay it. If you… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“You kissed me, and I opened my eyes and thought you were Death. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“I’m still scared, still wanting to run at times when I look into your eyes and wonder how I will ever be the sort… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“How will I accomplish such a thing?” he said, and her lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up the curve of… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep, watch… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“A friend. A companion. A beautiful, passionate lover to spend the days and nights with. A woman to carry my children, a partner to… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She brought a finger to her mouth, licked it. Salt. A clean scent. Not male sweat rich with the scent of musk and masculine… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“She saw how he was staring at it, the bright red hue beneath her bonnet. She could not bear to see the way he… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but how can you, when you can feel how hot my body is against yours? You’ve… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“But this night is not through. We’ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.” — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
