Tall, Dark And Dangerous. Kate Proctor

about men was probably dangerous, she reflected bitterly. Her trouble was that her aunt’s vituperative hounding of her over her first and only sexual experience wasn’t the only price she had paid for that oddly innocent indiscretion—ever since that incident it had been as though she had been trapped in an emotional time-warp, simply marking time until…She gave a violent shake of her head, dragging a navy skirt from the wardrobe and putting it on.