“So the Bawdy Bluestocking was the proprietress of her own shop, selling lurid novels to ladies in the front and more esoteric fare in the back, from the looks of the shelves around him. He spied Pope and Crabbe, Shakespeare,… — Evelyn Pryce Copy Share Image
“She planned to do everything she had fantasized about in their time apart, everything that she had promised herself she would do if she… — Evelyn Pryce Copy Share Image
“This is perhaps a foolish risk,” she said against his ear. “What will they do if they catch us?” He gave her a look… — Evelyn Pryce Copy Share Image
“It is, of course, much easier for a literary character to take a risk for love. The realities of social strata and responsibility mean… — Evelyn Pryce Copy Share Image
“So the Bawdy Bluestocking was the proprietress of her own shop, selling lurid novels to ladies in the front and more esoteric fare in… — Evelyn Pryce Copy Share Image
“Elias was so close that she could not even draw a breath before his lips were on hers. ... She could not deny that… — Evelyn Pryce Copy Share Image
