How I Met My Countess (Bachelor Chronicles, Book 6)
"“Wit, ardour, and event, Elizabeth Boyle has it all.”
— big apple instances bestselling authorJulia Quinn
The hugely sensual, breathtakingly unique, and wickedly enjoyable novels of Rita Award-winning, manhattan instances bestselling writer Elizabeth Boyle were known as “thoroughly satisfying” (Chicago Tribune) and “deliciously sexy” (Booklist). With How I Met My Countess, Boyle—winner of a Romantic occasions occupation success Award in cutting edge ancient Romance—begins a superb new mini-series, The Widows of Standon, that includes 3 delightfully endearing younger widows, each one at one element married to the inheritor of the Hollindrake dukedom, and their unforgettable, occasionally scandalous adventures at the highway to new love.
Then Lucy appeared up at him back, and he couldn’t aid himself; he grinned again at her. For he already had. stuck her, that used to be. Lucy’s breath iced up in her throat. He couldn’t have. No, he has to be bluffing … teasing me. He couldn’t have stuck me. however the fact was once correct there within the smug tilt of his forehead, the grin that lower throughout his sq. jaw. The Earl of Clifton had stuck her plucking a card from the center of the deck. Had the area as she knew it been tipped the other way up? First.
Giving your self a little advice?” Clifton glanced at his brother and discovered that maybe he wasn’t as under the influence of alcohol as he’d assumed. For truthfully, maybe he used to be. caution himself off. If purely he hadn’t chanced on the reality approximately Lucy Ellyson this afternoon. That she used to be an exciting, impossible to resist handful. And that he wouldn’t go away Hampstead with no one kiss from her pert, tart lips. no matter if it intended he’d be despatched packing from the Ellyson family with either one of his eyes shuttered. the following evening.
Beat her. this is often my condominium too.” She crossed the lobby and threw open the doorways. within, Elinor was once slumped to the ground and her stepfather stood over her, approximately to land one other blow. A pinch-nosed girl sat at the sofa, observing the complaints with a merciless gleam in her eyes. “Hit her back, and it'll be the final breath you draw,” Lucy advised Lord Lewis. Brandy fumes stuffed the room, and from Lord Lewis’s bleary eyes and ruddy cheeks, Lucy knew him for precisely what he was once. A drunken bully.
“Yes, so it seems,” the duke agreed, “but i might bet that you just love him.” “And what makes you're thinking that that?” Lucy requested. “Because you haven’t flattened me for bold to signify this type of notion.” They either laughed. “Go to him, girl Standon. He wishes an identical belongings you do. His nation existence and a wedding of affection. he's within the park close to the Serpentine. inform him all is forgiven and dwell the existence you’ve regularly wanted.” She rose and was once approximately to go away in all haste, then she paused and glanced over.
Dusted off my Bachelor Chronicles, and whereas I do think the tiniest twinge at foisting those 3 harridans off at the single males of britain, it truly is, as Father used to assert, “desperate instances and all …” Your loving sister, Felicity Copyright it is a paintings of fiction. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are items of the author’s mind's eye or are used fictitiously and aren't to be construed as genuine. Any resemblance to genuine occasions, locales, corporations, or individuals, residing or dead,.