“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 full power of my persuasive charm.” “And should that fail?” Marcus turned to his secretary with… — Victoria Vane Copy Share Image
“Marcus turned his back to her. He feared that if he saw her face, it might weaken his resolve. Love was indeed a madness.” — Jennifer McKeithen Copy Share Image
