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Lady Henrietta Maclellan longs for the romantic swirl of a London season but as a rusticating country maiden, she has always kept her sensuous nature firmly under wraps. That is, until she meets Simon Darby. Simon makes her want to whisper promises late at night, exchange kisses on a balcony, receive illicit love notes. So Henrietta lets her imagination soar and writes a very steamy love letter – to herself - that proceeds to become shockingly public. Everyone supposes that Simon has written it to her, but the truth hardly matters in the face of the scandal to come if they don't marry at once. But nothing has quite prepared Henrietta for the pure sensuality of her new husband. Simon has vowed he will never turn himself into a fool over a woman. So, while debutantes swoon as he disdainfully strides past the lovely ladies of the ton, he ignores them all - until Henrietta. Could it be possible that he has been the foolish one all along?
Henrietta’s spunk is the perfect match for Darby’s foppish ways,
“I cannot have children.” She raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were a navy blue color and perfectly set apart. She was like the most gorgeous mathematical theorem he had ever seen: devastatingly simple on the outside and fascinatingly complicated on the inside.
He hadn’t really listened to what she said. “You can’t – what?”
“Have children,” she said painstakingly, just as if this was the kind of conversation that people often had with strangers.
What the devil was he supposed to say to that? He had never heard a gentlewoman discuss her plumbing in company.
Her eyes were still on his face, and they had that slightly mocking edge in them again. She drew her hand away. “I apologize if I horrified you by my bluntness, Mr. Darby. I’m afraid that everyone is aware that you have to marry an heiress in order to support those lovely sisters of yours. As it happens, I am an heiress but, under the circumstances, I am not active in the marketplace.”
He literally had no idea what she meant.
She finished her champagne and put it down with a little click. Her smile was kind. “I would not wish you to labor under the misapprehension that I might join the fray and purchase you myself.”
With marvelously tormented heroes, troubled heroines and a delightful sense of humour and elegance, Eloisa James is a Rendezvous favourite. She surpasses Amanda Quick in clever humour and is on our keeper shelf with Julia Quinn. Her novels are fun, frothy and romantic and have a breathtaking emotional depth that will have you falling in love with her characters and engaging plots. |
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