Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedict’s. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of delight caressed her body and she felt the warmth of a blush on her throat and cheeks.
Ellen Read, The Dragon Sleeps
1920s, garden, historical-romance, murder-mystery, roses, victoria-australia