Rebecca held her head high and swanned across the hallway, but as she neared the footman, she could see quite plainly that his gaze was not where it should be. She stopped dead and slapped her hands over her bosom. "Its too low, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have listened to that maid. She might not mind her boobies hanging out for all to see, but i just can't-" Her brain suddenly caught up with her mouth. She removed her hands from her bosom and slapped them over her awful, awful, awful mouth.
Elizabeth HoytMuch of life is a game. If played skillfully, with an intelligent and fascinating opponent, it can become almost a dance. One challenges and moves, the other teases and skips away, only to dart forward later and strike a telling blow.
Elizabeth HoytI love you," she sobbed, rubbing her hands over his face, his hair, his chest, making sure he was solid and real. "I love you, and I thought you were dead. I couldn't bear it. I thought I would die too." "I'd walk through fire for you," he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "I have walked through fire for you.
Elizabeth HoytDear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.
Elizabeth HoytNow, now," said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. "I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie."Reynaud raised his eyebrows. "You did?""He did not," Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. "I threw him down the stairs."Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. "Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy.
Elizabeth HoytA smile flickered across Coralโs face. โHave you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweetsโraspberry trifle is my own despairโit is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to crave until you have taken another bite?โ โLord Swartingham is not a raspberry trifle.โ โNo, more of a dark chocolate mousse, I should think,โ Coral murmured. โAnd,โ Anna continued as if she hadnโt heard the interruption, โI donโt need another bite, uh,night of him.
Elizabeth Hoyt