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264 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 15, 2014










- 1 August 2014
She'd always had very muddled feelings about their relationship. She still did. A part of her wanted to stay. She wanted to give herself a chance to explore what she was capable of as a wife, but a much larger part of her had seen what strong passions could do to a marriage. She refused to ruin him or her.
- loc 1115
If Derek was the flame, then she most certainly was the moth. But unlike all moths, she had no wings left to burn, for she had long removed them and locked them safely away into a box not ever [sic] she was permitted to touch. Selfish though it was to go to him and cradle him and then leave him, she knew this was her one and only chance of ever truly knowing what, if anything, could have been possible between them.
- loc 1631 to 1635
He stared down at her, his head, his heart and his body pulsing. He’d never felt anything like it, but those alluring eyes made him want to grab her and bite down hard. He inclined his head. “Good afternoon, Miss Grey. How are you?”
“You let her burn the word PENIS into your arm?”
Those eyes widened. “Penis? No, no. Mentula is an endearment. I asked.”
Derek snarled “It is not an endearment but an insult. Have you ever read the texts of Priapeia?”
Andrew glared. “So you’re better read than I am. What of it?”
“What of it? Jesus, I’m trying to– What rational woman burns a man’s arm with the word PENIS and claims it’s an endearment?”
Miss Maitenon swept toward the row of four women and gestured toward them. “These beautiful women will be demonstrating the dildo.”
Oh, now, shite. How was this educational? He highly doubted Clementine, who couldn’t even manage saying ‘I love you’ would be able to manage a dildo.