Carpetbagger's Wife took me on a journey back to the Old South and frustrating old ways between men and women. I enjoyed that Manning was such a noble person and hated that Caddie was so presuming and arrogant in her assumptions.It was a good read, but I could have enjoyed it more if Caddie had ...
Jane Harris, on the run fr om life back East, hoped only to survive. Still, everything in this breathtaking territory was overwhelming�including John Whitefeather, a blue-eyed Cheyenne leader who'd awakened her to womanly desire.John Whitefeather knew what it was like to be an outsider. That was ...
Felicity Lyte was in a quandry. How could she tell her cherished paramour of his impending fatherhood? Hawthorn Greenwood, despite his straitened circumstances, would surely make a responsible, honorable offer of marriage -- which Felicity could never accept. For she would only wed him in truebou...
Ewan Geddes had once set Claire's girlish heart racing. But that was back when he was a servant and she the laird's awkward daughter. Now he'd returned, an upstart fortune hunter bent on her sister, and Claire Talbot swore to stop any heartbreak before it started –- even if that meant tempting ...
Jenny Lennox didn't believe in love. Not the lasting kind, anyway. Life was too hard for romance to survive for long. Marriage for money was best, she was sure--or had been until she met Harris Chisholm, earnest and penniless, yet willing to gamble on life, love --and her!Harris Chisholm was a ma...
Cassandra willed her smile not to falter even as her spirits deflated. How foolish of her to think Sir Brandon Calvert could want anything more from her. He might have been generous enough to forgive her abominable treatment of him. But she could not expect him to trust her with his heart again. ...
If only he wanted to marry her for love rather than convenience or lust or some other inscrutable reason. She wasn’t certain what had come over him this evening. He was not the same aloof, intimidating man who had confronted her in Hawkesbourne’s drawing room a few short w...
However uncomfortable she might feel in the captain’s presence after the way she had imposed upon him, she could not neglect such a golden opportunity to further her plans. She fancied she could feel the warm hand of Providence resting on her shoulder, approving her efforts and helping to move th...
No one at Amberwood seemed to mind as they got busy preparing for their concert under the direction of Miss Webster with the capable assistance of Miss Fairfax. Watching the two women in action amused Jasper. Though the governess appeared to defer to Miss Webster in every ...
Now that he had addressed Kit’s governess by her given name, Hayden found it impossible to think of her any other way. All night he tossed and turned, recalling how well the evening had been progressing. They had enjoyed a pleasant dinner and managed to discuss their differing views without animo...
Staring down the hill towards the lights of the town and the shadowy ships anchored off shore, Simon strove to ignore his nagging doubts. When Bethan had protested her innocence, she sounded as if she might be trying to convince herself more than him. “Part of me does, at least—the reasonable par...
After Genia’s first introduction to his parents, he’d doubted they would ever darken the door of Penkensey Manor again in his father’s lifetime. Yet there was the Earl, beaming with pride at his first grandchild and the son he’d come to respect at last. “Name this child,” the vicar addressed the ...
Their talk about his wife and daughter had helped her understand where she and Lee stood with him. Artemis mulled over that thought as she sat hemming a nightshirt for Lee, who staggered around his nursery making noises that occasionally sounded like words. Hadrian did care about them, in his way...
Rupert wondered as he drove home after his first week back in the House of Lords. It had been a busy one with a good deal of new legislation pending now that the war was over…if, indeed, it was over. There were disturbing rumors circulating that Bonaparte had slipped away ...
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the west windows, making the titles on the book spines clearly visible and providing adequate light for reading, at least for a while. The smell of leather and tobacco and old books reminded Philip of his own library, which his father had stocked with ever...
It was not an easy task for it required more patience, dexterity and concentration than he possessed. He’d persisted just the same and tried to follow his young son’s advice not to mind about that. His first efforts had been laughably bad, but he refused to let that deter him. It was not the prod...