Love cannot grow between two people when dark secrets simmer beneath.

My thanks, m'lady." He reached for the bowl and sniffed the pottage, followed by a cringe.She bit her fingernail. "Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not much of a cook, either.""Yer scones are right delicious." He took a bite. "Mm. This is no' near as bad as the last batch.

Before I go, please tell me one thing."The candlelight flickered amber in her eyes. "Yes?"He licked his lips and glanced toward the coveted, yet sacrosanct bedchamber. "I would like to know the given name of the woman who can kiss me so passionately she makes me want to climb to the rooftops and roar."Her cheeks turned the color of her mantle and she grasped the latch. "Jane," she whispered."Well then." He stepped in and touched his lips to her forehead, "Goodnight, Lady Jane.

Powerless to resist his advances, Jane's knees gave way as he crushed his mouth over hers. This wasn't a deep, exploring, sultry kiss. This was a claiming, fervent joining of the mouths that screamed, I need more of you. Ignited by a bone-melting fire that spread through her blood, she cupped his face with her hands and returned his ardent kisses whilst he carried her to the bedchamber.

He lowered his gaze to her breasts. His tongue sneaking to the corner of his mouth, he traced his finger across her exposed flesh. "Make love with me, Lady Jane.

If she ever again heard the sound of water splashing, she would turn and walk the other way. Ogling a naked man? How could I have been so daft?