“I cannot guess if this is your true self or if you're just acting some part you think would amuse Penelope Weston, but I must tell you, it's not very appealing. You want me to fight a duel over you?… — Caroline Linden Copy Share
“I cannot guess if this is your true self or if you're just acting some part you think would amuse Penelope Weston, but I must tell you, it's not very appealing. You want me to fight a duel over you? Over what? Do you expect to carry on with all sorts of men without even bothering to be discreet about… — Caroline Linden Copy Share
“Then he smiled again. In spite of herself, Francesca couldn’t help noticing he looked much more attractive when he smiled like this. “You,” he said, “are quite a woman.” “It’s the Italian side of me,” she replied, as if he had just paid her a great compliment. “Indeed. I have rarely—” He paused with a sharp glance at her. “—never… — Caroline Linden Copy Share
“Men can bed any woman,” she said stiffly. “It means nothing.” He paused. “Nothing,” he repeated thoughtfully. “It rarely means nothing. And sometimes, in… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“The Fiddler’s Roost Inn: the taproom and yard. Sometimes it was not in a lady’s best interests to follow any dictates but those of… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“Would you like me to court you?” the earl finally asked. YES. She smoothed her hands over her skirts to keep from confessing it… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“For a long moment there was only the sound of her soft, half-gasping little breaths, and the thud of his heart, loud in his… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
“He took another deep breath as she laughed, and the vibrations rippled through her body into his. 'I could stay here forever,'he added, almost… — Caroline Linden Copy Share Image
