"Putting my mind to it is the trouble," Tansy was quick to shoot back with a soft snort of amusement as she swished past him into the tidy room beyond. She supposed the rank of Bishop demanded a degree of acknowledgment, but as her gaze swept the space, she certainly wouldn't have called it modest ...

From the time Luc had decided to join the church, Tansy had felt a tension whilst in his company, the swinging back and forth between her friend and the untouchable man of God. Luc was still Luc: She knew that. But those black robes evoked a certain deep-seated propriety that she found difficult to ...

Technically — Technically — Tansy had not been required by any law explicit or presumed to keep a period of mourning for Aunt Bridget. Technically she might have returned to society at any time, sufficiently cowed by the results of her own recklessness and the firm hand of the old lady, a young ...