“After a long moment, the Countess sat back down. "So," she said. "You … do love her. I must say, you look… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“It means that you are my freedom, love." "Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“His hand still rested on her breast, but his fingers had stilled. The touch that had been so agitating now felt comforting.… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“When he entered after her, she saw that he meant to come straight to her, and she raised a hand. "No," she… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Words are not the only way we communicate, you and I. They never were.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely." His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd.… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“No, thank you. I prefer my liquor cold.' 'Right. Or in a pipe, I suppose.' Phin's brow lifted. 'What a clumsy way to drink… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Her face turned to the window, and he saw her swallow. She was not as calm as she appeared, but for some reason, it… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“the kiss he gave her when he pulled her head down was slow and deep, a leisurely address that reached into her like the… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“She had told the truth: she did not like to dance. Men assumed that a spinster wanted for excitement. Dried-up. They made a point… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Here was a new lesson for her, then: it was possible to behave like an utter goose in front of a man, and then… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.” — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“The cat's tail was straying into her face again; she was forced to expel air in a most unbecoming fashion to avoid a mouthful… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
“Speak plainly, sir.' '*Sir*? I say, Lyd. Are you always so formal with men you've made love with?' The whip of her head caused… — Meredith Duran Copy Share Image
