Leo knew next to nothing about governesses, save for the drab creatures in novels, who tended to fall in love with the lord of the manor, always with bad results.

Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy.

Does he behave in rude or improper ways?" "He's a Bowman. We don't know any better.

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.