She sighed her pleasure to the rafters, nestling closer to him, cushioned by lean muscle and rough straw and covered in a warm horse blanket that should have scratched and bothered, but was somehow made soft, no doubt by the emotion it had just witnessed. He’d whispered the words as his hands had unfastened and lifted, peeled and unwrapped, promising her everything as he touched and stroked.Īnd she’d whispered them back. He’d said as much as he’d shielded her from the cold March wind and shepherded her here, into the stables of her family estate. The one with whom she would build a future, and hang her name and her family and her reputation. To be.Ĭertainly, there would never be a moment as beautiful as this – in the arms of the man she loved, the one with whom she would spend a lifetime. In truth, she embraced it – the risk and reward – thrilled to feel at long last. But Georgiana had never in her sixteen years believed anything so well, and she had never been so quickly rid of the shackles of expectation that came with her name and her past and her family.

So it was a shock, frankly, that the words spilled from her lips with such ease and comfort and truth. Not that Lady Georgiana Pearson – daughter of one duke and sister to another, child of honor and duty and pristine presentation, and perfectly bred female of the ton – had ever heard them.Īnd if they did, they most certainly did not do something so base as to admit it. Three strange, small words that held so much power. The publisher is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not owned by the publisher.įor Carrie Ryan, Sabrina Darby & Sophie Jordan, No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher. The moral right of the author has been asserted.Īll rights reserved. Ten Ways to be Adored When Landing a LordĮleven Scandals to Start to Win a Duke’s HeartĪll characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake She now lives in New York City with her family and an enormous collection of romance novels.

Sarah holds degrees in History from Smith College and Harvard University. Growing up in the shadow of adventure like that, is it any wonder that she became obsessed with great stories of great love? New York Times bestseller Sarah MacLean is the daughter of an Italian and an Englishwoman, who met in Paris and lived at one point or another in London, Rome, San Francisco and New York. ‘Enjoyable romps, witty banter and electric sexual tension’ Publishers Weekly ‘One of the most wildly romantic books I’ve read in a long time’ Eloisa James ‘It’s another unforgettable love story with passion and power – power that will shake you to the core’ Romantic Times

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