" As he turned around, he discovered Miss Tempest, her back to him, caught in a tangle of rose canes.
A rose trapped by thorns.
If the front of Miss Tempest was enticing, her backside was even more so. It showed a decidedly feminine figure, with curves and soft angles that could tease a man into believing the lady was just as pliable.
And any man who thought that, Pierson reminded himself, would be a fool. "

― Elizabeth Boyle , The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane (Rhymes With Love, #4)