The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.
Tessa DareHe had to feel those lips on him again. Had. To. This wasnโt a mild expression of preference. This was an imperative. His body was insistent. To continue his existence on this earth, he now needed the following: food, water, shelter, clothing, and Minerva Highwoodโs lips.
Tessa DareAfter spending all of her girlhood fervently wishing she could run away from homeโ sheโd actually done it.
Tessa DareJesus. Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. Delilah, Jezebel, Salome, Judith, Eve. Trouble, every last one. Add Minerva Highwood to the list.
Tessa Dare