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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published June 27, 2009
To bed her but not wed her. That's what Sterling Mabry, the eighth Duke of Greystone, wants.
“He wanted to change her past, but even as he thought it, he realized it was her very past that had shaped her into a woman who fascinated him.�
“Fewer candles flickered.
Fewer words were spoken.
Fewer breaths were taken.�
Even as he accepted that he couldn't have even one night with her, he realised he wanted a thousand.
"I find nothing more beautiful than an English garden ... unless it is the woman standing within it."
"I enjoy the rain. I am probably the only person in all of England who does."
They were in their own world, just the two of them.
No nobility, no street urchins.
Just Sterling.
Just Frannie.
No differences.
Simply a common goal: to give and receive pleasure.
“Life is a journey, Frannie darling," Feagan had once told me. "Choose well those with whom you travel."
As always, I've followed Feagan's counsel.
"I was just standing here thinking about the morning of Catherine's wedding and how easily you lifted my timepiece . . . You managed to do the same with my heart, didn't you, Frannie? You stole it, and I didn't even feel it happening."
They were in their own world, just the two of them. No nobility, no street urchin. Just Sterling. Just Frannie. No differences.
"Dear God, but you are beautiful. I knew you would be." He lifted his gaze to hers and held it. "Tell me what you don't want."
"I don't want you to treat me as though I'm vulnerable or might shatter. I want you to treat me as you would any other woman you've known."
"You are nothing like any other woman I've ever known. Never make the mistake of thinking that you are or could ever be."
Each day I thought I could love him no more than I already did - and the following morning I was always proven wrong, for I awoke loving him just a little bit more.
She gave him a whimsical smile. “It was long ago, Your Grace. And I do not hold a grudge. Although I must admit that sometimes, I miss having someone to sleep with.�
Reaching out, Sterling trailed his gloved finger along her bare arm. “We could remedy that. Tonight if you like.�
He wanted to loosen the buttons at her wrist and place his mouth on the pale flesh he’d find there. He wanted to feel her pulse quicken beneath his lips. He wanted her to be as tender with him as she was with this lad. He wanted to be as tender with her.