Stolen Pleasures British West Indies, February 1813 He’d stolen a bride. Sebastian Blake gripped his knife with white-knuckled force and kept his face impassive. If the beauty in front of him were to be believed he’d stolen his own bride. …
Paris, France 1780 He was the sort of man who could enslave a woman with a single glance. A glance such as the one he was presently giving to her. Lynette Baillon watched the notorious Simon Quinn with similar shamelessness, …
The man in the white mask was following her. Amelia Benbridge was uncertain of how long he had been moving surreptitiously behind her, but he most definitely was. She strolled carefully around the perimeter of the Langston ballroom, her senses …
Maria rose to her feet without haste, her movements leisurely as she set the post of her parasol to her shoulder and began to stroll. A carelessly affected glance behind her found Simon intercepting a couple intent on the same …
Alistair Caulfield’s back was to the door of his warehouse shipping office when it opened. A salt-tinged gust blew through the space, snatching the manifest he was about to file right out of his hand. He caught it deftly, then …
