I Loved a Rogue (The Prince Catchers, #3)

by Katharine Ashe

She pressed her face into the mattress and refused to feel shame like some submissive medieval maiden chastised by churchmen for her desire. Or heartbreak. She’d felt every wretched emotion possible eleven years ago as a girl. A woman now, she was perfectly capable of doing incredibly foolish things without tearing herself to pieces about it afterward.

“I mean you no disrespect,” Eleanor said quickly. “But I am the daughter of a preacher. I know the theater required of certain professions, including his. And, I think, yours. I only want to know the truth.”