By Joan Wolf
"One betrayal must have been adequate …
Enchantingly attractive Laura Dalwood used to be little greater than a lady whilst she used to be given in marriage to a guy whose glittering wealth hid a depressing mystery printed to her in basic terms on her marriage ceremony evening.
Now her husband’s demise had freed her from that odious union – and Laura vowed by no means to make so grievous an blunders back.
But how may possibly she reject the good-looking and wonderful Mark Cheny, Earl of Dartmouth, while his concept used to be person who no younger girl of experience or sensibility may perhaps rightly decline?
And what might she do whilst, as his bride, he carried her over the edge to permit her to find simply how a lot she may possibly love a guy – after which, to her misery, simply how a lot may perhaps she worry him …
Joan Wolf is a united states at the present time bestselling writer, whose acclaimed Regency romances have earned her nationwide popularity as a grasp of the style. Her many historic and modern romances were hugely praised by way of reviewers and authors alike. Publisher's Weekly reviewed one among her novels as ""historical fiction at its finest."" Joan used to be born in manhattan urban yet has lived so much of her lifestyles in Connecticut along with her husband, youngsters and various pets. An avid rider and horse proprietor, she enjoys that includes horses in her novels.
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My apologies. I did start traveling down a morose path, didn‟t I? ” “Ah, yes,” Ainsley said. ‟ ” “That hardly sounds jolly,” Walfort said. ” Jayne asked. “I do. ” “I do not want reality when I‟m reading,” Walfort said. The conversation moved on to other writers and other works. Other guests began to join in. Soon arguments, laughter, challenges, and opinions were flowing freely. She watched her husband smile, listened as he laughed, and felt bittersweet happiness. The balls held at Walfort‟s estate were almost as famous as the hunts.
Why did her eyes suddenly shine with such fervor? And why did she think it was any of her business? These younger girls lacked decorum. Perhaps that was the reason his mother had a young lover. The man couldn‟t tolerate the silliness of those new to the ballrooms. ” She laughed, a high, tinkling, irritating sound. The echo of childhood. They were nearly to the bottom of the stairs when his gaze fell on Jayne. Now there was a woman. Young, but mature. No silly giggling, no tittering. Her gown ~ 52 ~ was a deep purple, and he knew, without seeing her face, that it would bring out the rich blue of her eyes, that it would make them appear violet.
I would tell you how beautiful you looked during dinner. How much I enjoyed the way your eyes sparkled when Walfort ridiculed my attempt to help him land his fish. I would unpin your hair and bury my fingers in it. ” As though he‟d actually done all these things to her, her traitorous body heated and yearned for more. She was starving for affection. “Don‟t,” she rasped. ” “It‟s not a game to me, Jayne. ” “You shouldn‟t. It‟s ludicrous. Disgusting. ” She shot to her feet, knowing her words were unfair, but she didn‟t like his nearness, his sultry voice, his titillating touch.