“Oh, Matthew," she whispered, moved to tears. "I called it Grace . I hope you don't mind." For the first time, his manner held a hint of shyness, disconcerting in a man who had just made love to her without… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“I look forward to leaving here in a week with both pride and virtue intact." "And I look forward to nights of untold rapture… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“He was ready to embrace a radiant new world. She was ready to snap his head off.” — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“The dresses are indecent," she said stiffly, the rich silk flowing against her body like water. "But pretty." She shot him another fulminating glance. His eyes lit with that unholy glint she'd learned to mistrust. "Admit it. It's a gorgeous dress and you look gorgeous in it." "It's made for a courtesan." He snorted. "What do you know about courtesans,… — Anna Campbell Copy Share
“And if you must sacrifice yourself, do that by marrying me. I’m not an easy man. You’ll earn your martyr’s crown before you’re done.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“I see why you tolerate Mrs. Bevan's eccentric manners. What a pity she's forgotten cutlery." Merrick sipped his golden wine. The pleasure on his face reminded her of his expression after kissing her. Devil take him, everything reminded her of his kisses. "What a pity," he said with spurious regret. "Eating with one's fingers is so... primitive." She blushed. He… — Anna Campbell Copy Share
“What are you doing, Mr. Merrick?" His advance didn't falter. "Unwrapping my gift, Miss Forsythe." "Unwr...?" This time she didn't bother hiding her retreat.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“You promise to stop if I say so?" she asked doubtfully, even while she lay down. "I promise. Though never trust anything a man… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“He sat up, his shirt sagging to reveal the curve of one powerful shoulder. The sight of smooth tanned skin dried every drop of moisture from her mouth. Such a contrast to his marred face. She hadn't considered him handsome at first, even disregarding the scars. With every hour, his physical allure grew. Right now, she'd scorn a handsome man… — Anna Campbell Copy Share
“Then she'd stared at him with those radiant blue eyes and asked him to let her go. And bugger, bugger, bigger, he'd suddenly imagined… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“She was bewitching. Even now when she conceded little more than she had when he'd kissed her last night. She quivered under his hands. He still wasn't sure whether she was excited or frightened. He'd read both curiosity and dread in her pansy eyes. Her thick tortoiseshell hair tickled his fingers. After her wild ride, she looked enchantingly disheveled. It… — Anna Campbell Copy Share
“He lurched forward to correct the slant of her glass. She seemed unaware of anything beyond the sexual energy blazing between them. She blushed at his action and straightened against the gold upholstery. He was a cad to delight in her confusion, but she had him in such a maelstrom, he was devilish tickled not to suffer alone. Her eyes… — Anna Campbell Copy Share
