Wicked Designs

he man was a lecherous creature with beetle-black eyes and hands that tended to wander too freely whenever he was near her. Emily was not worldly, having only just turned eighteen a few months earlier, but this last year with her uncle had enlightened her to a new side of life and none of it had been good.

er palms through her gloves.

She settled into the back seat, her hands clutching her reticule tight enough that the beadwork dug into her palms through her gloves.

fine set of clothes did not make someone a good man.