She inched closer, her skirts and a leather strap grazing his thigh. “You could’ve given it back. I doubt the hostler knows how to use it.” “I’ve been shot at enough times not to tempt fate.” Grinning, he rose to full height. “And interrupting a romantic interlude has a way of agitating a man.” “Romantic interlude indeed,” she huffed. “I offered to help the hostler, not kiss him.” Help the hostler? With the broken...

  Genevieve pushed away his hand, a half-hearted effort if he’d ever seen one. She curled her fingers over her mouth, trying to hide her smile. “You’re not listening to me, milord.” “I’m helpless here with you in that gown.” Light danced on silk skirts, tricking the eye with shades of muted blue turning dove grey. “A gown I should’ve sold a long time ago.” His gaze skimmed the length of her, ending on artfully styled...

Tuesday Teaser …Is that a ploy?   “What are we going to do?” “Give me time to think,” he said, cosseting her shoulders. “We must be vigilant. For your safety, you have to stay by my side. At all times.” A tiny line slanted between his brows. Her husband was quite serious about this. “Is that a ploy to get me into your bed?” He flashed his satyr’s grin. “Is it working?” She stood in the shelter he offered, her...