Sharon Page

“We can’t make love out here. It’s freezing!” Maryanne cried.

A boyishly beseeching look lit up his eyes. “We would heat up quickly.”

“It’s fine for you,” she protested. “You only need one part of your body, and you’ll be sliding that into warmth.”
― Sharon Page, Black Silk

“So, sweeting, why were you threatening to throw Tate out of the house? What did he say?”


Leather brushed her chin as he tipped it up. Serious dark eyes met hers. “What did he say?”

She glanced around; surely the footmen were too far away to hear. “He wanted to join us in our bed.”

“I’ll run him through.”

“No! Perhaps he only said it to goad you into a duel. Perhaps it was intended as a way to kill you.”

“It was an insult to you, love. That can’t be ignored.”

“And so you rush inexorably toward death. I don’t care if he stands on a Drury Lane stage and calls me a courtesan, I won’t have you risking your life.”
― Sharon Page, Black Silk