“Cherie," he said softly, "I have tired of this game of charades. The time for defiance is at an end." He held both of my wrists in the iron grip of one hand and removed his dagger from the folds… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“My heart stood still. "But why me?" I choked out. He dipped his head to murmur in my ear. "It was fated. I saw… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“What a woman wants above all things, Nick, is to believe herself the most important consideration in the world, the center of a man's… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Ned seemed so different from any other man of her acquaintance, and, certainly, the antithesis of the rake she had set her sights on.… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“There's much to be said for a good strumpet, Ned," Simon rejoined. "Indeed I think you might be sadly in need of some good,… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Ned looked to DeVere. "You are the master of mayhem. Any brilliant ideas?" "If we want him to leave the gate, we must provide… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“From THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS coming June 29, 2012: "I used to watch the stallions leaping the mares." "You what!" Hew almost choked. "Well, how… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Marcus stood at the mantel mirror, fussing with his lace cuffs, adjusting his cravat and openly admiring his reflection. “I’ll beguile her with the… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“A magnificent cad, you mean. He's positively gaping at your bosom, Lyddie!" Mariah said in a scandalized whisper. "I swear he's undressing you with… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Ha! I wouldn’t have him now, were he gilded!” Mariah looked shocked. “Isn’t emasculation a bit harsh?” “Not gelded, dearest. Gilded, as in covered… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Nicholas broke the seal and scanned the contents. He looked up at Marcus with a chuckle. “Why, it appears you may get your wish… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“You think Diana would come to your bed?” Ned threw his head back and laughed. “You’re mad! First of all, she would never break… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Part of her—a small but defiant part, the part that still remembered her girlhood fantasies—desperately wanted to trust him, but the stronger part remembered… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
