Marianne Morea

“Close your mouth Lily, you look like a codfish.""I can't help it. This place looks like something out of medieval times. I'm surprised there aren't rushes on the floor or half-dressed serving wenches carrying trenchers of food.""Read Harlequin much?""Shut up. There's nothing wrong with romance novels. You could learn something from them you know."Sean's mouth curved into a slow, seductive grin. He let his fingers drift casually along the side of her arm, deliberately grazing the edge of her breast. "Could I now?”