Mine Till Midnight (Hathaways Book 1)

“Perhaps,” she said tentatively, “you should wait here while I—” “Not a chance in hell.” “He may be more responsive if I approach him by myself, just at first—” “He’s not in his right mind. You’re not going to face him without me.” “He’s my brother.” “And you’re my romni.”

I don’t accept soiled goods.” Infuriated, Amelia started for him with her fingers curled into claws. “You aren’t fit to lick his boots!” she cried, struggling as Cam hauled her backward.

“He hasn’t yet recovered from his fiancée’s death. He loved her very dearly.” “He must have,” Dashiell said gravely, “to have been so altered by her loss.”

They’re both gentlemen, and I’m—” “Spoken for,” Cam said curtly. “By me.” Amelia looked up into his eyes, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I know,” she said softly. She could almost feel the pleasure radiating from him at the small concession. “Tonight,” he murmured, and she felt the word down to the marrow of her bones.

“Never be afraid to hope. It’s the only way to begin.”

“Sing to me,” Merripen whispered as the blinding darkness rolled over him. Win continued to stroke his head as she crooned a lullaby. His fingers touched her throat, seeking the precious vibration of her voice, and the last sparks faded as he lost himself in her, his fate, at last.

The women he had slept with in the past had never worn this kind of prim white nightgown, which struck Cam as the most erotic garment he had ever seen.

“I’ll lie to him, if necessary,” Win said, shocking the other three into speechlessness. “He trusts me. He’ll believe whatever I say.” To their knowledge, Win had never told a lie in her life, not even as a child. “Do you really think you could?” Beatrix asked, rather awed by the notion. “To save his life, yes.”

Merripen eased his front to the mattress and said something in Romany that sounded extremely foul. “You too,” Cam said equably.