“I thought you were sleepy, Jack,” she said weakly. “Not anymore. Randy as a goat, sweetheart. Now, are you coming to bed, or am I going to have to wrestle you to the floor in order to have my wicked… — Danice Allen Copy Share Image
“I thought you were sleepy, Jack,” she said weakly. “Not anymore. Randy as a goat, sweetheart. Now, are you coming to bed, or am… — Danice Allen Copy Share
“You can’t control every event of your life, Miss Darlington, so you might as well enjoy each moment you can and grasp each lovely… — Danice Allen Copy Share
“they did,” murmured Amanda, remembering anew the horrible night she learned of the carriage accident that had instantly killed her father and mother. As… — Danice Allen Copy Share
“The harried solicitor gripped the rim of his hat as he held it against his chest and peered anxiously at Amanda” — Danice Allen Copy Share
“envelope she’d let fall to her lap, standing out so glaringly white against the skirt of her black bombazine gown, might contain a letter… — Danice Allen Copy Share
“The harried solicitor gripped the rim of his hat as he held it against his chest and peered anxiously at Amanda over the top… — Danice Allen Copy Share
“Tibble, can you possibly be saying that you’ve had this letter in your office since my father and mother died six months ago?” — Danice Allen Copy Share
“Mr. Tibble bowed his head, and Amanda was immediately sorry she’d spoken with such cool disdain. She did not like to see timid Mr.… — Danice Allen Copy Share
