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257 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 15, 2014
The carriage pulled to a stop, and she shook her head to clear her suddenly spinning mind. Lord Windbury was not going to be her protector. She wasn't really here for him, but for his secrets. Her body was just a way to access these.
- Chapter 3
She felt loved.
Oh, she knew it was an illusion. That he would not, could not give her his heart. More to the point, she couldn't give him hers. But that didn't matter. This was still an act of love, and she clung to it and to the promises that it made in the quiet of her bedroom.
- Chapter 11
To her surprise, there was a fresh pot of tea with a few cakes waiting for her, as if she were just a normal guest. But she didn't touch them. Best not to anger a very powerful duke the moment he entered the room.
After all, she knew her place.
- Chapter 1
"But I know what we are, Olivia. Courtesans cannot love -- we cannot afford it."
- Chapter 7
The surprise for me was how much I absolutely despised Ava’s brother at the end. After feeling such a significant loss and experiencing the love of Christian’s sister I would think he would understand and react less harshly to the decisions Ava makes at the end of the book. His handling and treatment of Ava once she comes home disgusted me. I know his book is probably coming up somewhere in this series and Ms. Michaels will have to do some bold writing to make me like or even have compassion for him again.
“I still remember the way she looked when she took her last breath. She smiled at me. Somehow, even in death she found light. And she told me and her brother to make amends. But I couldn’t. Her loss was too profound to inspire anything in me but hate. Hate for him, hate for myself. I wanted us both dead.”
He took Christian’s hand and they shook. In that moment, something utterly strange happened. All the hatred, all the pain, al the ugly feelings he had held seemed to melt away. He actually staggered as the left him, and he stared at Christian. The other man had a similar expression to the one he knew was on his own face. Relief and shock, mixed together.
“You deserve much better, much more,” he whispered. “I lose myself in you, somehow I forget… I forget all that the moment you look at me, kiss me. No one has been able to do that. No one but you. And I can only thank you like this.”