“Keep your hands off me.” She spoke viciously, through her teeth, and he caught a glimpse of her deVere ancestry. She was a virago in tiny, fragile, fairy form.” — Christina Brooke Copy Share Image
“I only hope I may not be ruined,” she was saying miserably. “I should be obliged to marry you after all, and then I’d… — Christina Brooke Copy Share Image
“Keep your hands off me.” She spoke viciously, through her teeth, and he caught a glimpse of her deVere ancestry. She was a virago… — Christina Brooke Copy Share Image
“She narrowed her gaze. “I don’t trust you to keep your eyes closed.” “Smart woman,” he said. “I wouldn’t trust me, either, if I… — Christina Brooke Copy Share Image
“Good night, my lord.” The words were pronounced in her most withering tone. By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left.” — Christina Brooke Copy Share Image
“A gentleman can’t let a lady sleep in an armchair while he takes his ease in a bed.” “But you are not a gentleman,”… — Christina Brooke Copy Share Image
