“And every mile we go further from London makes the notion of ransom even more unlikely. So we're still no closer to learning what's behind this-neither the who for the why of it." She waited until he swung around again… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“I assume 'elegant gentlemen,' such as you, learn such useful skills very early in life." "Actually, no." Straight-faced, Vane reached for her pins. "Us… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“Assault!" he croaked. "The battery might yet follow." The warning- entirely unnecessary from Patience's perspective- came from Vane. One look at his face, as… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“then her ladyship, overwhelming in bronze bombazine, regally glided away. Cedric smiled” — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“So how are the wedding plans progressing?" Richard asked, once they were out of the village. "They aren't." Breckenridge heard his clipped tones, heard… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“So," he murmured, his tone deep, "nothing of any moment happened here." Her gaze transfixed by the long strip of linen, Patience tried to… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“Why did you stay?" He stilled; again, Patience felt the net draw tight, felt paralysis set in as his predator's senses focused on her.… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“She’d been expecting him to do so and had planned her revenge. She tipped forward as he lifted her; the shift in her weight… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him,… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“I've been meaning to ask," Breckenridge said, "jus how you came to topple backward off that rail." He looked at her. "What with one… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“You also," he said, lowering his voice, "haven't yet thanked me for saving you from sitting in the flower bed." She didn't even look… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“That woman who was her true self saw Lord Sebastian Cynster, Marquess of Earith, as, quite simply, hers.” — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
“Do you ride?" The question was out of his mouth before he'd thought. She glanced at him, surprised by the comment coming out of… — Stephanie Laurens Copy Share Image
