A Duel, A Duel, A Duel. Is

Love Was The Best Present Of All.

No Words For The Passion. No Words For The Need.no Words For The Sheer Epiphany Of The Moment.and So, On An Otherwise Unremarkable Friday Afternoon, In The Heart Of Mayfair, In A Quiet Drawing Room On Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton Kissed Penelope Featherington.and It Was Glorious.

In This Room,in This Minite,she Was His Everything

Daphne Felt Something Wild And Wicked Take Hold. “let’s Walk In The Garden,” She Said Softly. “we Can’t.” “we Must.” “we Can’t.

A Man With Charm Is An Entertaining Thing, And A Man With Looks Is, Ofcourse, A Sight To Behold, But A Man With Honor - Ah, He Is The One, Dear Reader, To Which Young Ladies Should Flock.