“Then he smiled again. In spite of herself, Francesca couldn’t help noticing he looked much more attractive when he smiled like this. “You,” he said, “are quite a woman.” “It’s the Italian side of me,” she replied, as if he… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“I cannot guess if this is your true self or if you're just acting some part you think would amuse Penelope Weston, but I… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“Then he smiled again. In spite of herself, Francesca couldn’t help noticing he looked much more attractive when he smiled like this. “You,” he… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“Men can bed any woman,” she said stiffly. “It means nothing.” He paused. “Nothing,” he repeated thoughtfully. “It rarely means nothing. And sometimes, in… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“The Fiddler’s Roost Inn: the taproom and yard. Sometimes it was not in a lady’s best interests to follow any dictates but those of… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“Would you like me to court you?” the earl finally asked. YES. She smoothed her hands over her skirts to keep from confessing it… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“For a long moment there was only the sound of her soft, half-gasping little breaths, and the thud of his heart, loud in his… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
