Amber Lynn Perry

“Nathaniel whistled in approval and widened his eyes. “Thomas, you look quite dashing. You know you really didn’t have to dress up like that for me.” He smiled at his own joke and slapped Thomas on the shoulder. “You don’t look too terrible, yourself,” Thomas said as they each took a seat in front of the hearth. “Well, I donned my best suit as you can see.” Thomas smirked. “I noticed.”
― Amber Lynn Perry, So Fair a Lady

“He wanted to give Eliza the scolding she deserved, to tell her he hadn’t saved her life just to have her start acting rash and putting herself at risk again. But he couldn’t speak. All thoughts escaped him but the scent of the rose-perfumed soap that had circled him when he’d been only inches from her freshly washed hair and the thought of how feminine she felt in his arms. Her silken locks, all smooth and still wet from its wash, rested around her shoulders in a tight braid. The clean clothes she wore—his clothes—draped over her flawless curves. Her skin had more pink to it now, and if he wasn’t mistaken, that pink color was deepening. Was she blushing? Her chin was tucked and she focused a great deal of attention on her fingernails. He held back a smile, remembering Nathaniel’s words. Did she really have feelings for him?”
― Amber Lynn Perry, So Fair a Lady