I’ll be damned,” he muttered.“Most likely.” She folded the blanket with efficient snaps. “And I may be joining you, after what we just did.

I'm not going to accept your challenge. There will be no duel." "Why not? Because I'm a woman?" "No, because I've seen the way you spinsters handle a pistol. You'd shoot me dead where I stood.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

She’d always wondered what it would feel like to stand on one end of a ballroom and watch a handsome, powerful man make his way to her. This was as close as she’d ever come to it, she supposed. Standing at Diana’s side. Imagining.

Dedication: For librarians and booksellers everywhere, who gather books and build shelters for tender souls.

Certainty becomes you.

Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.