• The Brightest Sunset (The Darkest Sunrise #2) Under the Lights (The Field Party #2)

    Simon caught her gaze, his eyes burning hot and intense into hers. A warning bell sounded in his mind. He wanted her. He wanted her so desperately he was straining against his clothing, but he could never, ever so much as touch her. Because to do so would be to shatter every last one of her dreams, and rake or not, Simon wasn't certain he could live with himself if he did that.

    That was different, Lady Bridgerton said.How so? This, from Francesca, who was wearing her usual sly smile.

    Honor Bound (Knights of the Board Room #3)

    He’d said he was going to that awful Cavender boy’s party, and then never came back, whereas this time... Lady Bridgerton stopped, pursing her lips. Why am I explaining myself to you?I can’t imagine, Sophie murmured.Eloise, who was sitting closest to Sophie, choked on her tea.

    Servant of the Shard (Paths of Darkness #3)

    Francesca whacked Eloise on the back as she leaned forward to inquire, Did you say something, Sophie?Sophie shook her head as she stabbed her needle into the dress she was mending, completely missing the hem.

    Eloise gave her a dubious sideways glance.

    Lady Bridgerton cleared her throat. Well, I think— She stopped, cocking her head to the side. I say, is that someone  in the hall?But if he’d heard her, he didn’t care. His face was a harsh mask of concentration, sweat beading on his brow.

    Anthony, she gasped, I can—One of his hands slipped between them and touched her intimately, and she screamed. He slammed forward one last time, and her world simply fell apart. She was stiff, then shaking, then she thought she must be falling. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even gasp. Her throat had to be closing, and her head fell back as her hands grabbed at the mattress with a ferocity she’d never have believed she possessed.

    One Sizzling Touch (Eternal Bachelors Club #6)

    He went utterly still above her, his mouth open in a silent scream, and then he collapsed, the weight of him pressing her farther into the mattress.Oh, my God, he gasped, his body now shaking. Never…it’s never…so good…it’s never been so good.

    Kate, who’d had a few seconds longer to recover, smiled as she smoothed his hair. A wicked thought came to her, a perfectly wonderful wicked thought. Anthony? she murmured.How he lifted his head she would never know, because it looked like it took a Herculean effort just to open his eyes and grunt his response.

    She smiled, slowly, and with a womanly seductiveness she’d learned just that evening. Letting one of her fingers trail down the angular edge of his jaw, she whispered, Are we done yet?For a second he made no response, then his lips broke into a smile far more devilish than she could ever have imagined. For now, he murmured huskily, rolling onto his side and pulling her along with him. But only for now.

    Although gossip still surrounds the hasty marriage of Lord and Lady Bridgerton (formerly Miss Katharine Sheffield, for those of you who have been in hibernation for these past few weeks), This Author is of the firm opinion that theirs was a love match. Viscount Bridgerton does not escort his wife to every society function (but then again, what husband does?), but when he is present, This Author cannot fail to note that he always seems to be murmuring something in his lady’s ear, and that something always seems to make her smile and blush.Furthermore, he always dances with her one more time than is considered de rigueur. Considering how many husbands don’t like to dance with their wives at all, this is romantic stuff, indeed.