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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 31, 2006

No one wants to talk about … my situation. They think if they don’t talk about it, then my feelings will be spared. But sometimes what is not said hurts as much as what might be said.Cue the dramatic self-destructive action so that the guilt of the hero can be ratcheted up. Plot moppet.
After [her husband] made love to her once again, very slowly, he left her to see to his affairs.Seriously? “Affairs” is the normal word for matters of business. What kind of moron would think for a nanosecond that a husband would announce to his wife, in bed, that he was off to take care of his multiple other women? (This probably actually goes back more to the author’s insensitivity to language, but still. She gave a whole paragraph to this nonsense.)
As she stepped on to the terrace, she realized that until recently she would have thought he was talking about visiting other women, but she had not doubt he was referring to the affairs of his estates.
His anger seethed just below the surface, anger at Louisa for coming to the library to begin with. If she had stayed away, his trousers would have remained buttoned, her skirts would have remained lowered. But she had waltzed into the room, a temptation beyond measure. The fire in his blood had instantly boiled. Have her once and be done with it. Conquer and move on.
And yet he sat there tonight wanting her more than he’d ever wanted her.
He poured more brandy into his glass and downed it.