“There was such emotion in his eyes now, she felt as though her insides were pressing on her ribcage and twisting in her middle. For years she had thought him a stranger. Now, here, on this road by uncertain light… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“There was such emotion in his eyes now, she felt as though her insides were pressing on her ribcage and twisting in her middle. For years she had thought him a stranger. Now, here, on this road by uncertain light she saw again such acute feeling in the beautiful eyes of the boy she had once adored. She let herself… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“He buttoned his trousers. Without a word, he took her into his arms again. She had not expected that. She pressed her face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent shakily ... 'Stay with me.' His hands fell away. 'Viola -' ... 'This one night. Only for comfort. You needn't make love to me again.' She was begging, and frankly… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“I need you, Viola. I need you.' 'You are repeating. You are trying to convince yourself, aren't you?' 'You are an impossible woman. I am declaring my love to you and still you quarrel with me ... Viola, I am perishing before you. *Perishing.*' His tone was strained. 'Say something.' She nodded. 'What does that mean?' She nodded again, faster,… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Marriage is good for no woman, Clarice. It binds her as securely to a master as chains, and silences her voice as surely as if she had a gag stuffed between her lips. Why should I want that? I have been blessed with an affectionate, negligent father and am free to do mostly as I wish, with the resources to… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Dear Violet, I beg your pardon for that minor infidelity. Please forgive me. It will not occur again, I promise.' His infidelity had not… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
“Stop staring at me,” she said. “I won’t perish, except perhaps of mortification.” “I am not staring at you because I am concerned you will perish.” He was remembering the first time he had held her. His mother had insisted, saying that it would be his responsibility to care for her someday, and the sooner he learned how to do… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Are you happy?' he repeated quietly. ... 'Wouldn't you like to know?' ... 'Yes, or I would not ask. But apparently the child has… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
“He moved a half step closer. “What have ye got in that bonnie head o’ yers, lass, that makes ye believe ye’ve got leave… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
“Come to my bedchamber now,' he whispered against her mouth ... 'I don't take -' 'Orders. I know.' He kissed her, over and over now, a delectable repetition that despite its simplicity made her cling to him tighter. 'Then your bedchamber.' ... 'It shares a wall with Madame Roche. I cannot -' He grabbed her hand and dragged her along… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“Don’t you see?” she cried. “I cannot have been wrong that you don’t have a heart.” He came toward her swiftly, grasped her wrist, and flattened her hand to his chest. Through his ribs, his heartbeats beneath her palm were fast and hard. “You are denying me this?” he said close to her brow, the depth of his voice coating… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share
“What are you staring at, sailor?' His ice eyes did not flicker. 'My captain, ma'am.' 'Get back to work, Seton.' He bowed.” — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
“My Dear Fellow Subjects, I have recently learned a Truth that I wish to share with you: A man can be powerful, wealthy, privileged,… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
