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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 29, 2022
"I warned the Viscount that I have no wish to marry, and that I plan to be a wallflower when I join him in society events."
Cleo didn't feel a bit of guilt at the idea of thwarting this brash man. The American rebellion had happened before she was born, but she knew the facts of it. They were a wild and undisciplined people who wouldn't agree to pay taxes, even for tea. They'd rather drink coffee, simply to avoid taxes.
Which said about everything that needed to be said, given that coffee was a vile drink that tasted like fusty beans.
He simply had the sort of character that dominated a room.
Partly because he was big. Big and rough. She'd never given America much thought, but she could imagine this man making his way through untamed forests in the snow.
"We're the boring, loyal kind of people who stick together for life.
... boring ... loyal... happy."
"I haven't thought of a blasted thing other than kissing you since ... well, since I had my kippers this morning," he told her.
"Is that a compliment? The kippers beat me out?"
"Kippers demand attention. One can't have one's tool at the ready while removing tiny bones from a fish."
The American didn't just enter the chamber: he burst into it. It wasn't a matter of speed. He simply had the sort of character that dominated a room.
Her lashes swept up, and their eyes met. Dimly he registered that Cleopatra Lewis's gaze was not helpless or, for that matter, innocent. Her eyes were deep as the evening sky when it turns from blue to gray. They were knowing, older than she appeared, curious, amused .... desirous.
"I am my mother's daughter, and for the first time, I don't mind admitting it. I want more. All of it."