A Dangerous Collaboration (Veronica Speedwell, #4)

by Deanna Raybourn

I could still feel the pressure of his hand, burning like a brand at my waist, as his breath stirred the lock of hair pinned behind my ear, warm and impulsive words trembling on my lips.

I had sowed the seed of this quarrel, I reminded myself sternly; I could not now complain that I did not like the fruit it bore.