Propped up on her elbow, with her golden hair spilling over her naked back and breasts, Helene Devernay was a delectable sight. Standing there, looking down at her, he felt his annoyance diminish considerably. He shoved his arms into the sleeves, then he walked over to the side of the bed and finally directed all his attention to the woman in it. Without answering, Stephen turned from the mirror and picked up his evening jacket from the flowered chaise longue. "In the past, there have been dozens of rumors that you were on the verge of offering for one aspiring female or another," she pointed out quietly, "and, until now, I have never asked you to verify or deny any of them." Helene noted the unspoken reprimand and the warning it carried, but she took advantage of what had been a remarkably open - and highly pleasurable - affair for both of them for several years. "Is that what the gossips are saying?" he asked casually, but he lifted his brows slightly, in a gesture that silently, and very effectively, managed to convey his displeasure with Helene for introducing a topic that he clearly felt was none of her concern. "And gossip has it that you're finally going to make her the offer she and her father have been waiting for these three years past." With a sigh, Helene rolled onto her side and leaned on an elbow, her tone regretful but frank. "And?" he said, looking steadily at her in the mirror, his expression betraying not even a flicker of reaction. I heard it from my dressmaker, who is also hers." "Because the Season begins next week, and Monica Fitzwaring is coming to town. "Of course." Turning to the mirror above the fireplace, he met her gaze in it while he deftly wrapped the fine white silk into intricate folds around his neck. Stephen glanced at her in surprise as he picked up his neckcloth.
"Are we still attending the theatre next week?" she asked. ExcerptĬhapter 1Propped upon a mountain of satin pillows amid rumpled bed linens, Helene Devernay surveyed his bronzed, muscular torso with an appreciative smile as Stephen David Elliott Westmoreland, Earl of Langford, Baron of Ellingwood, Fifth Viscount Hargrove, Viscount Ashbourne, shrugged into the frilled shirt he'd tossed over the foot of the bed last night.
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All she truly knows is that she is falling in love with a handsome English earl, and that the life unfolding before her seems full of wondrous possibilities. Sheridan awakens in Westmoreland's mansion with no memory of who she is the only hint of her past is the puzzling fact that everyone calls her Miss Lancaster. And just as Sheridan is about to speak, she steps into the path of a cargo net loaded with crates! Standing on the pier, Stephen Westmoreland, the Earl of Langford, assumes the young woman coming toward him is Charise Lancaster - and informs her of his inadvertent role in a fatal accident involving Lord Burleton the night before. When her charge elopes with a stranger, Sheridan wonders how she will ever explain it to Charise's intended, Lord Burleton.
New York Times bestselling author Judith McNaught sweeps readers from the wilds of America to elegant 1820s London in this unforgettable romantic adventure.Ī teacher in a school for wealthy young ladies, Sheridan, Bromleigh is hired to accompany one of her students, heiress Charise Lancaster, to England to meet her fiancé.
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