historical-romance

Those green eyes mocked her, and the ass leaned into her blade as if daring her to slice him

I do have a girl that sets the moon and stars.

It is true, Monsieur, that when you die, the ones who love you come for you ... I have seen it.

Indulge me this once, Meg. Her name was a whisper on his lips. Soft. Seductive. Meanwhile his eyes gleamed mischievously, daring her to say yes.

He tasted like Edmund, smelled like Edmund, felt like second chances. He kissed her as if she were as indispensable as air. As though his every heartbeat belonged as much to her as it did to him.

And the only hope-perhaps the real hope he'd been missing all along-was found in God.

There is an old saying, that in the desert a camel is more useful than a kingdom," he said ruefully, "but as a location for lovemaking, it leaves a lot to be desired.

Why are we fated to love those we cannot have ...?

Her gaze collided with the duke__. His eyes were a clear, pale green. Why was he staring so intently when there was hardly another woman less interesting than she?

What are you cooking this night, wife?_ One of the crepes picked that moment to dislodge itself from the ceiling. It landed at her feet with a plop as if on cue. __repes._ She kept a straight face and tried to look like this was the normal way to make crepes.

I__ going to take Charity to France. I can look after her there. You can go on with your life here, and I won__ be here to _ to bother anyone.__e muttered two quiet words.__hat?_ she asked in bewilderment, inching forward to hea

I should never have allowed you to kiss me." "Saints, Shona." Could she not see that he cared for her? 'Twas not as if he merely wanted beneath her skirts. She had stolen his heart.

All of them. Fated to love in vain.

You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.

She looked over her shoulder at him, as ever, not in the least affected by him or his consequence. Not one whit. She was a lady, yes, but she would never believe herself the sort of woman who might marry a duke. __ou aren__ the sentimental sort, are you?_ ____ told not._ She considered him, and he felt the curiosity behind her scrutiny of him. He had no idea what to make of that and so pushed off the wall he__ leaned against and headed for the door. She followed.

There is nothing more effective in igniting a man's desire than a woman's passion. To see the fire in your eyes, to feel the fire in your blood as you touch me, it sets me on fire too. Do you imagine I would prefer to kiss a woman who responds only with -- with compliance? No, I would not. No red-blooded man would. Never apologize for passion. Restraint, Julia, has no place in lovemaking.

She turned to him with wide, shocked eyes. "Why did he..." His lips twitched. No coarse language in front of the infants limited the ability to discuss the fountain of baby piss that had just arced halfway across the room. "Twasn't you, darling. It's one of their favorite bath-time games. "Something about the cool air on their naked...berries," he substituted at the last second.... "Do I have piddle in my hair?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with laughter above her flushed cheeks. "Not much," he assured her with a straight face. "You look almost becoming."... "Decades from now, when our children ask how I fell in love with their mother, I'll say 'twas her sweet, gentle compliments during bath-time, and her fleetness of foot whilst dodging a flow of ---

She was destroyed many years ago, La Belle, on the cobblestones of the alley beside the opera house ...