“Victoria Devane," she said aloud. "I'm Victoria." Her lips moved in countless repetitions of the sounds... her name, her real name. It… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Immediately a large striped cat with no tail sauntered inside the office and surveyed the visitors with a speculative gaze. "Chopper," Cannon… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“You're not going to see any former suitors in Forest Crest, are you?" An impish twinkle appeared in her eyes. "No, Mr.… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A stew of potatoes, kidney beans, and chopped greens and onions simmered atop the small cast-iron range. The appetizing scent filled the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Victoria was an innocent country gentlewoman who spent her time reading, teaching the local children, painting, gathering armfuls of heather in the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Victoria spent most of the morning in the town house's private garden. It was a cool, humid day, the sky liberally laced… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
