Whitney, My Love
certainly one of brand new best-loved authors, Judith McNaught introduced her stellar occupation with this remarkable bestseller. Now in a distinct version that includes a brand-new, more suitable finishing and endows frequent characters with new intensity, Whitney, My Love lives on as "the final love tale, one you could dream approximately eternally" (Romantic Times).
below the darkish, languorous eyes of Clayton Westmoreland, the Duke of Claymore, Whitney Stone grew from a saucy hoyden right into a ravishingly sensual lady. clean from her triumphs in Paris society, she back to England to win the guts of Paul, her adolescence love...only to be bargained away by means of her bankrupt father to the good-looking, boastful Duke. Outraged, she defies her new lord. yet whilst his smoldering ardour seduces her right into a collecting hurricane of hope, Whitney can't -- won't -- relinquish her dream of ideal love.
wealthy with emotion, brimming with laughter and tears, Whitney, My Love confirms once again why "Judith McNaught is really one of many spellbinding storytellers of our instances" (Affaire de Coeur).
Be occurred to wish her. He refused to think she enjoyed Paul since it did not swimsuit him to think it. Paul used to be intended to be her husband; that position in her middle, in her lifestyles, had in the past been put aside for him and merely him. Paul. Her judgment of right and wrong took over, tormenting her for her disloyalty to Paul, her scandalous, unprincipled habit in his absence. Mentally, she cringed, considering the way in which she had permit Clayton caress her, kiss her. permit him! she concept with self-loathing, she had kissed him.
See what I paid so handsomely for." ache slashed throughout his beneficial properties as his gaze swept over her bare physique, then his jaw hardened. In a shivering trance of worry, Whitney stared at his challenging, ruthless face whereas her tortured brain superimposed different, mild stories of him. She observed him bending over her the day she fell from her horse, his face white with alarm. She observed him observing tenderly into her eyes the day she had kissed him close to the stream-"My God you're candy" he had whispered. She proposal.
Softly. "I may well strangle her. it is time for us to alter our strategy-although every little thing has been going good so far." "Strategy?" Whitney gasped. "Going well?" "Perfectly. you have been sitting the following taking a look appealing and susceptible, and Clayton cannot tear his eyes off you whilst he thinks you are not taking a look. yet it is time that you should do whatever to get him off on my own with you." Whitney's middle soared precariously. "He cannot tear his eyes-? Oh, Stephen, are you convinced? i do not believe he even is familiar with.
Her child. Their child. Did he suggest to disown it? Oh God, no! He couldn't-he wouldn't-why may he? Squeezing her eyes closed, she grew to become her head into the pillow. He was once going to make her hand over the child. that is what he intended to do. He was once going to get a rainy nurse once it used to be bom and ship the kid away to have it raised on one among his different estates, out in their manner. was once his want for her so egocentric then, so eating that there has been no room for his or her baby? a couple of hours in the past, she would possibly not.
yet he wasn't going to. "Good night, your grace," the kinfolk butler intoned. "Dammit!" Clayton spoke back as he stalked previous the affronted servant on his approach to inspect the crowded drawing room. It appeared that each relative he had used to be found in these rooms. yet now not Whitney. He observed his mom even though, and while she all started towards him, her face wreathed in a grin, Clayton took a second to direct a glance of such frigid displeasure at her that it stopped her useless. Then he swung round and headed.