“What does it say?” I asked. John held the letter I’d just received in his hands. After the night I’d had, I couldn’t bring myself to open it. The carriage rounded a corner, streetlight bathing him in a kaleidoscope of oranges and reds. A small crease formed between his brows as he lifted his head from the paper to frown…
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Several hours later, I managed to escape the queen’s company by using the tried and tested excuse of needing the powder room. It took me an age to navigate through the crowd. A duchess couldn’t simply walk anywhere unencumbered. As one of the highest-ranking members of the ton, those with less status were always looking to curry favor with me….
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“Your Majesty,” I said, dropping into a deep curtsy. Beside me, Marcus bowed low. We waited for the command to rise. For one heartbeat, two, ten. It didn’t come. Marcus turned his head just enough to shoot me a wary look. The queen was displeased with one of us. “Rise,” she finally said. I swept upward, taking in the scene…
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“Are you ready?” John asked. “Honestly? No,” I said. Beyond my carriage window, the Duke of Glover’s manse stood out like a beacon in the darkness. We waited in the long queue of arriving guests, and the closer we crept to the front of it, the more anxious I became. It looked as though every candle inside Glover’s home had…
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ben I woke to the sound of distant, pounding ocean surf and soft chanting. A warm breeze floated through the open windows, bringing with it the tang of salt. The bedsheets were wrapped around my legs, a reminder of me and Ella’s midday sex session. I must have fallen asleep afterward. Our impromptu fall vacation was taking way more out…
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