Eleanor nodded in agreement, pleased that after reading the manuscript, Damon held a view similar to hers: Fanny's Gothic novel was sure to be a success.
“And the sales,” Eleanor added, “of her manual on capturing a husband are still brisk since it contains so much valuable advice. Even my aunt is making use of my copy, since I no longer need it. ‘Tether him tightly but not too tightly,’ ” she quoted from Fanny's book.
Damon gazed back at her tenderly. “You may tether me as tightly as you wish, love.”
Reaching up, Eleanor looped her arms around his neck. “I am in favor of disappointing Cornby a while longer, my lord. What do you say?”
As she hoped, Damon laughed softly and bent to take her mouth in a heart-stirring kiss.
A kiss which, Eleanor knew, was only a prelude to the soul-deep passion to come.