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Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3) The Silmarillon

Sebastian, aware that he’d been outmaneuvered, said to Mrs. Smythe-Smith, I hope your daughter will save the first dance for me.

Harry’s life as a student proved just as rewarding as he’d hoped. He attended Hesslewhite, a reasonably rigorous academy for boys whose families lacked the clout (or, in Harry’s case, the interest) to send their sons to Eton or Harrow.Harry loved school. Loved it. He loved his classes, he loved sport, and he loved that when he went to bed, he did not have to detour to every corner of the building, doing his late-evening check for his father, fingers crossed that he’d passed out before making a mess of himself. At school Harry took a straight journey from the common room to his dormitory, and he loved every uneventful step of the way.

Endgame (Sirantha Jax #6)

But all good things must draw to a close, and at the age of nineteen, Harry was graduated with the rest of his class, including Sebastian Grey, his first cousin and closest friend. There was a ceremony, as most of the boys wished to celebrate the occasion, but Harry forgot to tell his family about it.Where is your mother? his aunt Anna asked him. Like Harry’s mother, her voice betrayed no trace of an accent, despite the fact Olga had insisted upon speaking to them only in Russian when they were small. Anna had married better than Katarina, having wed the second son of an earl. This had not caused a rift between the sisters; after all, Sir Lionel was a baronet, which meant that Katarina was the one called her ladyship. But Anna had the connections and the money, and perhaps more important, she had-until his death two years prior-a husband who rarely indulged in more than one glass of wine at supper.And so when Harry mumbled something about his mother being a bit overtired, Anna knew exactly what he meant-that if his mother came, his father would follow. And after Sir Lionel’s spectacular display of stumbling grandiosity at Hesslewhite’s convocation of 1807, Harry was loath to invite his father to another school function.

The Rise of the Hotel Dumort (The Bane Chronicles #5)

Sir Lionel tended to lose his s’s when he drank, and Harry was not certain he could survive another Thplendid, thplendid thchool speech, especially as it had been delivered whilst standing on a chair.During a moment of silence.

Harry had tried to pull his father down, and he would have been successful had his mother, who was seated on Sir Lionel’s other side, aided in the endeavor. She, however, was staring straight ahead, as she always did at such times, pretending she heard nothing. Which meant that Harry had to give his father a lopsided yank, setting him rather off balance. Sir Lionel came down with a whoop and a crash, striking his cheek on the back of the chair in front of Harry.

This might have set another man into a temper, but not Sir Lionel. He gave a stupid smile, called Harry a thplendid thon, and then spit out a tooth.It was all the permission he needed. He pulled her back for another searing kiss, his fingers finding the cloth-covered buttons at the back of her gown. They slipped easily through the buttonholes, and in seconds the fabric pooled and rustled at her feet.

She was standing before him in her chemise and corset, the pale fabric glowing softly in the moonlight filtering through the uncurtained upper half-moon of the room’s only window. She looked so beautiful, so ethereal and pure-he found himself wanting to stop and drink in the sight of her, even as his body burned for closer contact.He shrugged off his own coat, then loosened the folds of his cravat. Through it all she just stood there, silently watching him, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. He undid the first few buttons on his shirt, just enough to pull it over his head and, with whatever last grasp on rational thought he had left, he laid it neatly on a chair so it wouldn’t wrinkle. She let out a little giggle, clasping her hand to her mouth.

Never Seduce a Scot (The Montgomerys and Armstrongs #1)

You’re so neat, she said, looking almost embarrassed to be pointing it out.He glanced pointedly over his shoulder. There are four hundred people on the other side of this door.

But you’re ruining me.I can’t do it neatly?

Another snort of laughter burst from her mouth. She reached down, picked up her dress, and handed it to him. Would you mind folding this as well?He pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. Wordlessly, he reached out and took it.

If you are ever short of funds, she said, watching him lay the dress over the back of a chair, there are always opportunities for a conscientious lady’s maid.He turned, one corner of his mouth tipping up in a wry salute. He tapped his left temple, close to his eye, murmuring, Blind to color, if you recall.

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