“Tarquin Vale. The Earl of Ashcroft. Plotocrat. Collector. Devotee of reformist politics. Rake. Debauchee. Hellspawn. Unwitting key to a future greater than she'd dreamed was possible.” — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“I look forward to leaving here in a week with both pride and virtue intact." "And I look forward to nights of untold rapture… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“He was ready to embrace a radiant new world. She was ready to snap his head off.” — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“The dresses are indecent," she said stiffly, the rich silk flowing against her body like water. "But pretty." She shot him another fulminating glance.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“And if you must sacrifice yourself, do that by marrying me. I’m not an easy man. You’ll earn your martyr’s crown before you’re done.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“I see why you tolerate Mrs. Bevan's eccentric manners. What a pity she's forgotten cutlery." Merrick sipped his golden wine. The pleasure on his… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“What are you doing, Mr. Merrick?" His advance didn't falter. "Unwrapping my gift, Miss Forsythe." "Unwr...?" This time she didn't bother hiding her retreat.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“You promise to stop if I say so?" she asked doubtfully, even while she lay down. "I promise. Though never trust anything a man… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“He sat up, his shirt sagging to reveal the curve of one powerful shoulder. The sight of smooth tanned skin dried every drop of… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“Then she'd stared at him with those radiant blue eyes and asked him to let her go. And bugger, bugger, bigger, he'd suddenly imagined… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“She was bewitching. Even now when she conceded little more than she had when he'd kissed her last night. She quivered under his hands.… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
“He lurched forward to correct the slant of her glass. She seemed unaware of anything beyond the sexual energy blazing between them. She blushed… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
