“Would you like me to court you?” the earl finally asked. YES. She smoothed her hands over her skirts to keep from confessing it aloud. “I would like to know if you are,” she replied. “Or what your intentions are,… — 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
