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395 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
He suffered a momentary pang that he didn't pursue her as his real self. But then, Genevieve would despise the shallow Sir Richard Harmsworth. Hell, she didn't much like Christopher Evans.
- Chapter 5
Now she understood why every instinct had leaped to alert the first time he'd sauntered into the parlour. No wonder his touch had always felt familiar. It wasn't some mystical affinity. He'd held her close when he'd disarmed her.
Last night, she'd stormed back through the dark woods, determined to denounce Mr. Evans. How she loathed a thief. Her father had spent the last ten years stealing her work without an ounce of compunction. Now the first man to kiss her turned out to be a thief too.
- Chapter 9
Her hands curled in his shirt. "Please make me forget what happened tonight."
Oh God, God, God. She sounded so hurt, so wretched. So bereft.
He stared blindly above her and hoped darkness hid the bulge in his trousers. "No."
"Oh."
...
But no man with a heart could ignore the plea in that trembling hand.
Knowing that he tested his principles but unable to do otherwise, he seized her hand. Her fingers clenched hard around his.
"I can't resist you," he muttered, hoping she wouldn't hear.
She straightened and faced him, bewilderment clear in the flickering light. "I don't understand."
For one moment more, he held back. If he'd marched her to the vicarage when she'd first offered, he'd have kept his hands to himself. But what could a man do when he wanted a woman as badly as he wanted this one and she promised to make all his dreams come true?
"Hell, Genevieve," he groaned in defeat and swept her into his arms.
- Chapter 23
...it surprised Richard how easily everyone accepted him as rich Mr. Evans from Shropshire. He wasn't used to meeting people without the scandal surrounding his birth tainting introductions. It was both appealing and galling, reminding him yet again of the barriers his bastardy placed between him and the world.
- Chapter 4
"...I like Little Derrick. They're good people, better people than I've met hanging around society, pretending that nobody sneered at me. No one here gives a rat's arse about the fall of my cravat or the cut of my coat. Damn it, they like Christopher Evans. I like Christopher Evans. I never had much truck with Richard Harmsworth. He was a dashed scurvy fellow."
- Chapter 20