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416 pages, ebook
First published October 7, 2014
Joan had danced with Dante Hartwell and found him lacking many of the attributes she associated with a proper gentleman. He neither gossiped nor flattered nor took surreptitious liberties in triple meter. In short, despite his many detractors -- some called him Hard-Hearted Hartwell -- she'd liked him.
- loc 39
"Here is the great wisdom of taking me as your spouse, Joan Flynn. I will not judge you for having some pride. I have pride too. I will not judge you for finding yourself in a predicament you didn't see coming. I've landed in predicaments too. We're starting off with honesty between us, and that's no small gift. Assure that the honesty will be ours to keep, and our marriage will fare well enough."
- loc 1791
"Might you call me Dante?"
She opened the door a few more inches. "For the fellow who wrote all that verse about hell?"
"He wrote about heaven, too, my lady." Also purgatory.
- loc 1266
“I’ve changed my mind. My plan was to kiss you witless, and while that plan has appeal, I’m thinking you ought to be the one doing the kissing.”
She kissed that mouth, their lips coming together in a pair of smiles that boded well for their future. Putting responsibility for prosecuting the kiss in her hands had been generous on his part, giving Joan the latitude to linger on new sensations.
“Taste me, Joan. I’m dying for you to taste me.”