It Was A Damned Good Thing Men

A Lot Could Happen In A Week. Just Look At The Last One.

She'd Met Colin On A Monday. She'd Kissed Him On A Friday. Twelve Years Later. She Sighed. It Seemed Fairly Pathetic.

Above All Else, Be True To Your Heart. When You Marry, Whether It Be A Marquis Or An Estate Manager (or Both!), It Will Be For Life. You Must Go Where Your Heart Leads And Never Forget That Love Is The Most Precious Gift Of All. Money And Social Status Are Poor Substitutes For A Warm, Tender Embrace, And There Is Little In Life More Fulfilling Than The Joy Of Loving And Knowledge That You Are Loved In Return.

When A Man Writes A Romance, The Woman Dies. When A Woman Writes One, It Ends All Tidy And Sweet.

She Smelled Like England, Of Soft Rain And Sun-kissed Meadows. And She Felt Like The Best Kind Of Heaven. He Wanted To Wrap Himself Around, Bury Himself Within Her, And Stay There For All Of His Days. He Hadn’t Had A Drop To Drink In Three Years, But He Was Intoxicated Now, Bubbling With A Lightness He’d Never Thought To Feel Again.