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310 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 7, 2012
She did not feel about him the way she’d felt about Greer, and he had no deep feelings for her, either. They could flirt in this way that was not innocent and have no fear of unwanted entanglements.
The ash pink bodice would look delectable when she sat on that Prussian blue sofa.
“Yes. You’re horrible.” She rolled her eyes. “I shan’t fall in love with you, your grace.”
“I don’t expect you will,” the duke said in a soft voice.
She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Her heart had died with Greer. “You won’t fall in love with me, either.”
“No.” He laughed. “Given our mutual defects in respect of our hearts, tell me, what would you like to happen between us?”
He hadn’t Greer’s easy manner or his passion for history or his flights of fancy. Not his way with words either. The duke did not and would never love her the way Greer had, and she would never feel about Mountjoy the way she’d felt about Greer. She would always have that place in her heart where Greer still lived, and all the joy and happiness and the black despair of his loss remained locked away there. Safely guarded.
Tonight, he would be the perfect lover, if things went that far, this man who made her heart race for the first time since she’d lost Greer.
Clothes that make others think, here is a man worth knowing.” She touched his cheek. “Because it’s true. Not to mention, you might have more success with Miss Jane Kirk if you dressed the part of a duke.”
He had no business chasing after a woman who did not want what he did from life. Tomorrow, he thought. He would offer for Jane tomorrow,
At one point, he found himself in a crowd that included Jane Kirk. He should get his proposal done with. Invite her to stroll with him, and tell her he hoped she would consent to be his duchess.
He wanted to be selfish and tell her to stay the hell away from Fenris, but he couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.
I’m not going to marry Fenris,” she said.
“I’m not going to marry Jane.”

Thoughts like hers were not appropriate for a lady. Her father had once told her she'd been born wicked, and she suspected he was right. What proper lady, never married, took a lover, regretted nothing, and dreamed of taking another?
"Don't settle for marriage without at least respect between you. You can't live like that. Not you, Lily. I know you loved Greer, and I believe you'll never love another man the way you loved him. But does it follow that you can never love? Does a parent love only one child? A child only one parent? May we love only one friend? You, Lily, you of all people must have love in her life. Genuine love from a man who understands the wonderful eccentricities of your mind. Accept nothing less."
"What are you thinking?" Mountjoy asked.
She could not remember a time when any man had made her so relentlessly aware that she was a woman. The man made the back of her knees positively weak. "Nothing."
He laughed, and her belly tightened. "Wellstone. The day you are thinking of nothing is the day the world ends."
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