Celebrating A HOUSE DIVIDED my Revolutionary War-era story set in Quebec (also wondering why I didn’t call it A HEART DIVIDED, since that sounds far more romancy, but anyway), because it was named a finalist in the Romance Through the Ages contest last week. [Papa] turned away, leaving her face to face with the officer. One dark brow arched, while the side of his mouth quirked in a fleeting half smile. “I don’t suppose you’d kiss me, too.” His words were light enough, almost teasing. At one time, if one of the boys from the Lower Town had said them, one of her own, she’d have laughed and complied. This man was another matter altogether.