The Wedding Night Was a Cold Duty-Until the Duke Discovered the Marks She Hid Under Silk and Lace

from years in the saddle and the regiment, but he was not rough. He took hold of the delicate silk ribbons at the collar of her nightgown. The moment his knuckles brushed the skin of her collarbone, Beatrice sucked in a breath.

Her eyes squeezed shut, clamping tightly. Her jaw locked. She went completely, unnaturally rigid, a statue carved from ice.continue reading …