Where are we going?โ Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. โTo the house. If theyโre not willing to be witnesses, then it seems Iโll have to debauch you in front of someone else.
Lisa KleypasThe way glass can be molded or blown or cut into any kind of shape made me think about how we as people - our characters or souls - can be shaped or changed by outside influences.
Lisa KleypasAnyone who had ever read a novel knew that governesses were supposed to be meek and downtrodden.
Lisa KleypasFear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you.
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