One would think she’d have the jilting business down by now.

Anna Pepper,

Jilting Jory

If only he knew how to read her as well as he could read the bronze heft of a bell . . . if only she responded to him in mathematical certainties.

Jory Tremayne,

Jilting Jory

After all the time that had passed since they’d first met, after seeing her at her worst, after her poor treatment of him . . . was it possible he still held an affection for her?

Anna Pepper,

Jilting Jory