“This traditional Regency plays on the reader's emotions from the beginning . . . ”—Romantic Times magazine
Millicent Dunsworthy has done her duty by seeing that her two nieces have made good matches. She does not expect to make one of her own, though, until a very determined Alexander, Lord Marlesquin comes back into her life.
Even though Lord Marlesquin recently inherited his title, he still prefers being called “Quinn.” Not because he is accustomed to the nickname, but because he cannot forget how Millicent once whispered that name as he held her in his arms. He had to let her go fifteen years ago, but now she is back in town and more desirable than ever.
Both Millicent and Quinn know the love they share has not diminished, but the secret that drove them apart remains unresolved. Yet, Quinn knows he cannot let her leave him again. But how can he say, “Marry me, Millie,” when divulging his secret is sure to break her heart?
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"Some people may flout Society's rules, but I am not one of them."
"Nor am I."
"I know, so I think it would be for the best if I return to Dunsworthy Dower Cottage at week's end."
"Impossible! You are in no state to make such a journey."
"I shall be within a few days."
"And if you still are unsteady on your feet and in your thoughts?"
"Either way, I think leaving would be the right thing to do. And what choice do I have? I cannot stay here, under the same roof with you, when we are not..." She lowered her eyes, something she seldom did. If she and Quinn had not known each other before, had not been in love or at least she had been in love the situation might have been simpler. She could not change the past.
"When we are neither exactly friends nor lovers any longer."
"Quinn, do not make this more difficult for me."
"I am not trying to do that." He walked toward her. Putting his finger beneath her chin, he tilted her face up toward his. Intensity was blistering hot in his eyes, and his mouth was taut. "If I were trying to make it more difficult for you, I would do something like this." He brushed his lips on her cheek.
Memory erupted through her. Memories she had forced into her dreams. She recalled his mouth on hers and her hands wrapping around his shoulders. She yearned to lean into his strong chest while her fingers discovered the firm muscles beneath his coat.
With a gasp that was echoed from the corners of the room where the maid and Miss Jenkins were watching with shock, Millicent stood and edged away. Where was the good sense she had fought to instill in her nieces by providing an example of proper behavior? Beinglonely was no reason to forget how to act in the company of a man to whom she was not betrothed.
"Have you lost your mind?" she asked.
"Not completely. If I had, I would not have kissed your cheek. I would have kissed your mouth."