Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.
Anya SetonTag: passionate-love
Miranda was shocked to hear Nicholas speak of slavery in glowing terms, as an efficient agricultural system. This wasn't the South! Yet as she surveyed her employer's strong dark profile in secret from beneath her long lashes, she was forced to conclude that the role of master suited Nicholas Van Ryn perfectly. Even when she closed her eyes, the impression of cruelty and power remained. But it was herself she saw as the darky slave, stripped of her free will and trembling at her master's approach.
Anya SetonTag: slavery
Her body consented willingly to all that her soul found most abhorrent. As Nicholas had promised, there was a hellish delight in knowing she was damned.
Anya SetonTag: passion-unleashed
He was all sin and mystery, and Miranda feared the pleasures he offered as she feared the fires of hell. Yet when she succumbed at last, it was not because her body was weak but because her mind was curious.
Anya SetonTag: women-s-empowerment
I am made of cobweb that tears at a touch. But you, Bess, have fiber like the great seines that seldom break no matter their burden,yet if they do they can be mended again and again.
Anya SetonTag: the-winthrop-woman
Elizabeth knew it was a fast day, but the rumbling in her belly was harder to ignore than the grumbling of the preacher.
Anya SetonTag: humor puritanism
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