“There ’tis.” From his perch behind him, his tiger, Bolt, a grizzled veteran, pointed to a sign.Īdrian nodded. Slowing his blacks for a turn, Adrian drew in the chill air, then exhaled his breath misted instantly. He had had enough-figuratively and literally. Thomas bent at the knees and swung her into his…ĪFTER THE CAVENDISH-MAYHEWS’ New Year’s Eve ball, Adrian Andrew Hawsley, sixth Viscount Dere, swore off women. If she really wanted time, he certainly was giving it…īrina McConnell Slid her feet into a pair of five-inch…īrina studied Thomas’s serious blue eyes and tilted her head.īrina woke the next morning feeling as tired as when…īrina listened as Thomas told her about how he’d started…īrina squinted through the darkness to the clock next to… Had any one meal ever stretched so endlessly? “My lady, Mr.-er-Lord Lyndhurst is here,” Mayfield announced… With every minute and every dance and every pleasant conversation… “My lord, you have a visitor.” Mayfield’s voice sounded from… Lady Bradbourne’s ball was as exciting as Rachael had imagined… Lady Rachael Norcross surveyed the crowded ballroom before her and… No power on earth will induce me to marry Adrian… He flung open the door of Abby’s room so violently… The rattle of a log in the grate woke Adrian. After the Cavendish-Mayhews’ New Year’s Eve ball, Adrian Andrew…
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