Excerpt from Lord
Of Ice
“So, my good Lord Winterley,” she said in saucy cheer,
leaning across from him at the table. “Do you have a mistress,
then?”
“Miranda.” He looked at her flatly, then downed the rest
of his wine and paused for a moment. “No, I do not have a mistress.”
“No wife? No mistress? I say, what do you have, Damien?”
“Just a brat of a ward to marry off to the highest bidder.”
“Well, I am sorry for that. Since I have neither fortune nor
family, I don’t suppose anyone’s going to want me.”
“Yes, they will. You have something else.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Beauty.” He stared at her for a second and then looked
away. “You have beauty.”
Studiously avoiding her gaze, he resumed eating.
She laughed at him in wicked merriment.
He looked up and narrowed his eyes.
“You’re too serious,
Winterley.” She reached for a pillow. “I will beat you
until you smile!”
He ducked her blow with a rakish grin then tackled her flat on the
soft bed, both of them laughing…
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