“I want you to be able to see clearly." He paused, and she saw his jaw tighten. "Everything." What did that mean? Perhaps more importantly, why did that make her body prickle in awareness? "Well, then," she said, pushing her… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“What adventure do you wish to go on next?" he asked, his voice low and intimate. And now she just wanted to launch herself onto his lap again and kiss him for a few more minutes. Days. A lifetime. She was in more trouble than even she suspected. "A gambling den, I think," she replied instead, sitting upright in her… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“I am not certain that Lord Carson and I will suit one another." Mostly because she knew she was falling in love with his brother. But that she wouldn't share. She couldn't believe she was speaking so boldly to her mother. To anyone, honestly. Neither, at least according to their expressions, could her mother and Olivia. "What do you mean?"… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“I want you to be able to see clearly." He paused, and she saw his jaw tighten. "Everything." What did that mean? Perhaps more importantly, why did that make her body prickle in awareness? "Well, then," she said, pushing her spectacles farther up her nose, "we should go inside so you can overwhelm me." And she couldn't resist giving him… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“Eleanor's sisters all murmured their assent, making her heart swell with love. She was so lucky to have these people in her life, people… — Megan Frampton Copy Share Image
“Even from here, he could see her heightened color- not quite chaise-longue color, but a bright pink- and that she kept touching her mouth.… — Megan Frampton Copy Share Image
“I apologize," Eleanor said in a quiet voice. "I did not mean to be impolite. Or improper." She raised her eyes to his face. "It seems as though I have been nothing but both of those things since we were introduced." His expression froze, and Eleanor felt as though she were moving in slow motion again, that spun-sugar feeling catching… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“Now that you are a respectable married woman, I expect you to have no fewer than two glasses with dinner. And maybe- if you are feeling daring- a glass of sherry after." She shook her head, as though it were an automatic response, then paused and met his eyes, her gaze direct and intense. "I think I should do just… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“You say you want these things to happen for the family's respectability, so that the girls and I can marry well. But that's not… — Megan Frampton Copy Share Image
“And so I would ask you if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife?" As he spoke, she saw him glance over her shoulder, looking at the clock that stood in the corner. As though he had another appointment after this one. The one where he decided her fate. Unless she decided it for herself. The emotion… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“If a woman had been my general. Well, I think the battles would have been shorter, for one thing.” “Why?” “It is probably not right to say that women are softer,” he began, “because they can be hard when they want to be.” His lips thinned, and she felt a stab of jealousy at whatever female had given him such… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
“Don't freeze up on me, princess," he said in a low voice. Her eyes snapped to his face, and what she saw there was… — Megan Frampton Copy Share Image
“This is- cricket?" she said, sounding skeptical. "What did you imagine it was? Unless you thought the actual insects were wandering about playing some sort of organized entertainment," he said, raising an eyebrow at her as he spoke. She looked at him, her blue eyes wide, and then they narrowed and her words emerged before, he would guess, she had… — Megan Frampton Copy Share
