She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr. O'Connor's voice. Why should a man already devilishly handsome also have a voice that could charm birds from the sky? It simply wasn't fair.
Elizabeth HoytHe treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.
Elizabeth HoytExcuse me, but I believe you have my lady,โ one of them said in a quiet, deep voice that sent veritable chills down Georgeโs spine. Harry.
Elizabeth HoytYour cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.
Elizabeth HoytHe watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, โI may not have the right, Silence, me love,โ he drawled so soft she nearly didnโt catch the words. โBut I wouldโve listened to ye. I wouldโve believed ye.
Elizabeth Hoyt