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He parted his lips and felt a shiver run through her body. He touched his tongue to her warm sleek skin, and a sigh escaped her lips, the heat puffing against his shoulder. His body tensed, nipples drawing tight, and the next instant her palm flattened against his chest. He’d never felt anything quite as…

Alessia didn’t even know the woman’s name. She wouldn’t recognize her if she danced on her traveling case and sang “Camptown Races” at the top of her lungs. Alessia wrung her hands and racked her brain for a solution. “Claire, you’re positively white! Let me fetch Mrs. Trent to see to William, and I’ll help…

Those were not impressions one had of a brother. She hadn’t even experienced those self-torturing and humiliating thoughts about Gaylen, and he’d convinced her to forfeit her virginity to him! She would have married him! That thought brought her up short. Had she loved him? Perhaps his flight had been the best thing. One day…

A small child appeared in the crack that opened. “Yeah?” “Hello there. Is this Thomas Crane’s house?” “My pa cain’t get ’round just yet,” he said. “I know. That’s why I’m here. Is-is your mother here, please?” “Mama’s abed sick. If you got wash, you can take it to the Paulsons’. It’s down there a…

Gruver staggered to his feet and stood blinking. Soapsuds dripped from his face and clothing onto the soaked floor. “I-I beg your pardon, Mr. Halliday,” Penelope stammered. “The Hallidays have a dinner guest” Mrs. Pratt’s tone was scathing. “Your childish pranks are best saved for your own time and at the expense of your own…

He finished his wine, savoring the last sip with a look of self-satisfaction. Milos, too, seemed to be waiting expectantly for Nicholas to reveal more, and, bolder than Alessia, he asked, “Well, who is this mystery woman who is coming?” Nicholas held Alessia’s gaze and replied to Milos’s question. “Claire’s mother.” Claire’s mother. Alessia’s heart…

“I certainly do understand, darling,” Elizabeth said. “Having two babies of my own, I remember all too well. Don’t give it a second thought. We’ll do it again, and I’ll see you Thursday of next week.” Relieved, Alessia gave her hand a grateful squeeze, gathered her crutches and hurried from the restaurant. She studied the…

“And you would discredit her for loving your brother?” “Not if William is really my brother’s child.” Milos worked his jaw and stood with his weight on one leg. He sliced the air with the edge of a palm, punctuating his next sentence. “Do you have reason to believe he’s not William’s child?” “I have…

“It was half a wagon load, Nicholas.” He grinned. “Your generosity is admirable,” Claire commented. “Don’t let this fool you,” Milos said. “He’s as tightfisted as they come. Nobody wrests an extra penny from him in business dealings. He’ll haggle over the price on a pound of steel until his suppliers give up from exhaustion.”…

He carried her swiftly to her bed and lowered her to the edge. As he pulled away, she yelped, and it relieved him to find only a loose strand of her hair caught on a button on his vest. Nicholas lowered himself to sit beside her, and studied the wild tangle. “I’m sorry,” she said…