Lily A. Grace

“His eyes, black and consuming, watched me with a bewitching desire beneath their hood of eyelashes. I couldn’t fathom now how I’d ever found his appearance so merciless and cold, his gaze unkind, when he was anything but.

He was an extraordinary man, with as many secrets woven through him as there were threads in his waistcoat, and I loved him, inexorably.”