Sublime

bouclé

(Although even in her twenties, Charlie wasn’t what you’d call eye candy: her looks had always been sharp edged and intense, more like eye tequila.)

collogue.

afternoon woman, sexy Sadie. You don’t want to meet someone like you too early in your life, or you won’t ever like anyone else.” “I bet you’ve said that before,” Sadie said.

Garrett laughed. “Carys, I would rather catch a cold than a husband. I have no wish to marry anyone.” Carys gave her a wise glance. “You will when you’re older.” Helen buried a smile amid the little rag-curl bundles on the child’s head.

Having done several Seasons without, so to speak, a matrimonial nibble, Lady Plackett had accepted the son of an undistinguished chartered accountant and set herself to advancing his career. It had not been easy. Desmond, when she met him, did not even know that Cholmondely was pronounced Chumley, but she had persevered and now, after twenty-five y