“Or, unless the practical spinster routinely turned into a secret seductive siren at bedtime. Gad, could he be so blessed?” — Alina K. Field Copy Share Image
“Where were we a year ago, Bink?” “In Vienna.” “In Vienna, swiving opera singers.” They shared a moment of silent recollection. “And now you’re… — Alina K. Field Copy Share Image
“Steven felt a stirring in his chest. It was strangely like hunger, but not. More than desire, though he was feeling that too.” — Alina K. Field Copy Share Image
“Lord Hackwell had spoken of marriage, but a handsome titled lord did not marry a country gentleman’s daughter—could not and would not, if he… — Alina K. Field Copy Share Image
