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375 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 19, 2019
This man was the storm and the shelter, pulling her into a deep, encompassing darkness where there was too much to feel—hot soft firm sweet hungry rough silken tugging—She strained helplessly in his arms, although she didn’t know whether she was trying to escape or press closer.
How surprising life was. Once she would never have considered this man for herself. And now it would be impossible to consider anyone else.
“I don’t deserve her,” he mumbled, without intending to.
“Of course you don’t. Neither do I deserve my wife. It’s an unfair fact of life that the worst men end up with the best women.”
He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.
“From time to time, I may adjust a situation to achieve a desired outcome for the benefit of my children, but that’s not meddling.”
“What do you call it, then?”
“Parenting,” he said smugly, and kissed her before she could reply.
He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.
There’s nothing wicked about you, except your kisses.”
I, meddle?” His brows lifted, and he looked positively indignant. “Evie, what can you be thinking?” “That you’re meddling.”
“From time to time, I may adjust a situation to achieve a desired outcome for the benefit of my children, but that’s not meddling.”
“What do you call it, then?”
“Parenting,” he said smugly, and kissed her before she could reply.
This wasn't the first time a highly respectable woman had given him the cold shoulder. But it was the first time it had ever stung.
She had been so beautiful there by the stream, as flowerlike as the wild irises on the banks.
Phoebe felt a hollowing sadness inside. There was something melancholy about a train whistle, the twin notes bracketing the air like an empty set of parentheses.
"How do you know if [farming]'s boring? You've never done it."
"I can tell by the books you read." Turning to Kingston, Pandora explained, "They're all about things like scientific butter making, or pig keeping, or smut. Now who could possibly find smut interesting?"
"Not that kind of smut," West said hastily, as he saw the duke's brows lift.
"You're referring to the multi cellular fungi that afflicts grain crops, of course," Kingston said blandly.
"There are all different kinds of smut," Pandora said, warming to the subject. "Smut balls, loose smut, stinking smut -"
"Pandora," West interrupted in an undertone, "for the love of mercy, stop saying that word in public."
"Is it unladylike?" She heaved a sigh."It must be. All the interesting words are."
West sonrió levemente, su mirada obsesionada regresó a la figura de Phoebe en el retrato. "No la merezco", murmuró, sin tener la intención de hacerlo.
"Por supuesto que no. Tampoco merezco a mi esposa. Es un hecho injusto de la vida que los peores hombres terminen con las mejores mujeres ".
"She is too far above me - morally, financially, socially, and any other 'ly' you can think of."
- West
"If the villain's the one who turns up, he is the hero."
- Phoebe
"Sometimes the mystery is more delightful than the answer."
- Sebastian