Warren shrugged. “She's a fine woman, but I've always seen her as rather more of a sister than anything. I've known her too long, I suppose.
New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins returns to her beloved Dove Pond series with another “mesmerizing fusion of the mystical and the everyday” (Susan Andersen, New York Times bestselling author)—but this time, the magic is ...
Following the New York Times bestseller, The Further Observations of Lady Whistledown, a second glittering anthology starring the elusive Regency-era gossip columnist popularized in # 1 New York Times bestselling author Julia Quinn’s ...
“Brooks owes the man a lot of money. The man asked if we were strong. Tristan, he said—” Christian swallowed loudly, visibly collecting himself. “He said the last two recruits he'd pressed had died before they'd even made landfall.
Following the New York Times bestseller, The Further Observations of Lady Whistledown, a second glittering anthology starring the elusive Regency-era gossip columnist popularized in # 1 New York Times bestselling author Julia Quinn's ...
Jake stepped closer and began to wrestle with the thorn-rich greenery. She watched him, wiping the back of her glove over her damp brow. “I'm going to need a ladder for the rest of those.” “I'll get the tall ones.
“She has been a thorn in my side for a long time and I thought the time had come to remove that thorn. That is all.” “You're not planning her some harm, are you?” The pugnacious angle of Aunt Margaret's chin reminded him of his ...
Most thorns are fairly harmless to tires if you pull them before riding on them . But once the tire has revolved and pressed it in , the thorn will snap off , and if it doesn't puncture the tire immediately , it will eventually .
In Karen Hawkins' Charlotte's Bed - Uninterested in domestic bliss, Lady Charlotte treasures her freedom as a wealthy, unmarried lady living with her best friend, the spritely Duchess of Roxburghe, and assisting in that lady's energetic ...
With the arrival of the artist Marco di Rossi at Nimway Hall, an ancient house with magic within its walls, Miss Charlotte Harrington begins to rethink her agreement to her upcoming arranged marriage.
3 ROMANZI IN 1 I fratelli MacLean Inghilterra - Scozia, 1807-1810 Quando il destino le pone di fronte a scelte difficili, non esitano a dimostrare il loro valore.
Inghilterra - Scozia, 1807 - Quello che sta per essere celebrato non è certo il matrimonio che Fiona ha sempre sognato, senza parenti, invitati né fiori... e con lo sposo letteralmente trascinato all'altare!
Right now, Arnie Gonzalez and his wife Camila sat in a corner booth with their three girls. Across the café, the new dentist, Abby Lews, was splitting a piece of pie with the town's mayor, Grace Wheeler, and her best friend, ...
“Oh. I was, was I? What tune was it?” A thoughtful expression crossed Mr. Donaldson's round face. “I believe it was a Hayden concerto, though I could not be certain.” Marcus scrawled his name across the papers before him. “No.
From New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins comes another "mesmerizing fusion of the mystical and the everyday" (Susan Andersen, New York Times bestselling author) in her Dove Pond series--and this time Ava's famous tea leaves ...
“I'm not willing to wager the house...yet.” Her eyes sharpened. “Yet?” “I need to see more of it, get a better sense of its worth. Once that's done—” He shrugged. “I might be willing to wager it.” She tried to look disinterested but ...
I'd been trying for weeks to engage him in a wager he would lose, so that he'd be vexed enough to lose his temper. But he kept winning, which made him gloat horridly instead.” Triona frowned. “Caitlyn, when you were wagering Lord ...
“Don't pretend you thought about that when you made this ridiculous wager. Somehow, forcing these two women to be polite to me stroked your vanity.” “I will admit to feeling a certain satisfaction when I triumphed, yes.
It doesn't matter what you wager, for I'll be damned if I let you win anything.” “As if you could stop me.” I can picture him on his knee before me, asking for my hand while the duchess glowers in the background. It was too delicious!
“I'd wager on Mary any day.” “Would you, indeed?” Robert's voice had unmistakable eagerness. “Aye, though not with you! We still have a wager between us, and it doesn't suit me well at all.” “An easy wager, that.