A Kingdom of Dreams (Westmoreland, #1)

by Judith McNaught

“You are mad!” she snapped, her chest heaving. “And you are a devil!” “And you, my dear,” Royce imperturbably replied, “are a bitch.” With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, “The lady and I wish to be wed.”

Lifting his head, Royce stared down into her slumberous blue eyes, and Jenny saw the look of pure satisfaction mingled with puzzlement on his face— “Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?” Jenny flinched and turned her back on him, her slim shoulders rigid. “ ’Twas no more than a minor skirmish I yielded, your grace; the war has yet to be fought.”