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333 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 12, 2019
"It was very easy to look down on someone with a nose that would have done a Roman emperor justice."
Men were a joy to sample, but a mate would be a complication I could not abide. At least, this is what I told myself…
Stoker and Tiberius were wounded things, both of them still carrying the barbs and venom of the attacks they had suffered at the hands of others. Stoker was marked in ways he could never escape, both physically and mentally. But for all his wealth and polish, Tiberius was just as damaged.
"What in the name of seven hells do you mean you want to 'borrow' Miss Speedwell? She not an umbrella, for God's sake."
Her doglike devotion was appalling; any woman with spirit or strength could only feel revulsion at the notion of offering oneself up like a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter of one's own independent thought and feeling.
Men were a joy to sample, but a mate would be a complication I could not abide.
"Does this mean you will stop torturing me by displaying yourself in various states of undress?'
"Not a chance."