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.

A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.

After spending all of her girlhood fervently wishing she could run away from home— she’d actually done it.

Before I found Minerva, I'd passed nights with more than my share of women." Thorne groaned. Don't. Just don't. "I've passed time with duchesses and farm girls, and it doesn't matter whether their skirts are silk or homespun. Once you get them bare--" Thorne drew up short. "If you start in on rivers of silk and alabaster orbs, I will have to hit you.

Colin stared at the officer. “Thorne, you scare me. I’m not ashamed to say it.

We have to get out of here, Bram. Before they take our bollocks and use them for pincushions.

Dedication: For all the girls who walk and read at the same time.