About A BRIDE FOR THE SEASON
London's most scandalous bachelor has finally gone too far. Caught in a situation that was innocent but too compromising, James Simpson is forced to admit that he must do the honorable thing and marry the lady. Unfortunately, marriage alone will not be enough to appease her father. He won't agree to a dowry unless James can find a suitable husband for the lady's elder sister-the shy and awkward Lucinda Cardington.
Lucinda doesn't care that she is close to being "on the shelf"; she has more serious pursuits in mind. She enjoys the friendship she and James share over their love of photography, but she leaves dreams of romance to silly young ladies like her sister. James does manage to find a match for Lucinda, and his efforts to get them together are about to succeed...until James comes to the distressing realization that he doesn't want Lucinda in anyone's arms but his own.
Lucinda doesn't care that she is close to being "on the shelf"; she has more serious pursuits in mind. She enjoys the friendship she and James share over their love of photography, but she leaves dreams of romance to silly young ladies like her sister. James does manage to find a match for Lucinda, and his efforts to get them together are about to succeed...until James comes to the distressing realization that he doesn't want Lucinda in anyone's arms but his own.
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About Jennifer Delamere
The youngest child of a Navy pilot and a journalist, Jennifer acquired a love of adventure and an excitement for learning that continues to this day. She's lived in three countries and traveled throughout theU.S. An avid reader of classics and historical fiction, she also enjoys biographies and histories, which she mines for the vivid details to bring to life the characters and places in her books. She resides with her husband in North Carolina--where, when not writing or dreaming up romantic adventures for her characters, she can be found fantasizing about her next ski trip or European vacation.
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“Thank you,” she said softly. “I don’t know why Ican’t dance
like that with other men. With you it was . . .easy.”
Lucinda was always so truthful, so
sincere, that it pained him to see how she was looking at him. He wasin no way
deserving of her trust, and yet she had given itto him. “Perhaps it was because
you were listening to themusic inside you. Inside here.” He lightly placed a
forefingerjust above her heart. It
was edging on indecent todo so, but she didn’t object. She just
kept looking at him,and beneath his hand he could feel her heart
poundingwildly.
Around them, the stillness seemed to
settle, even asspecks of dust floated in the
sunshine coming through thewindow. James could not seem to move. He really
shouldnot be so intensely attuned to the allure
she did not evenrealize she presented. Without question he should notbe
touching her at all, let alone in a private room. Andyet she remained
tantalizingly close. She must be, ashe was, either unable or unwilling to move
away. Onehand remained in his, cool and soft. Its light, gentle touchsent
powerful sensations through him. They were bothwatching each other intently,
and he felt, right down tohis core, the moment their gazes dropped to each
other’slips. What kind of a man was he, to be giving seriousconsideration to
such a clearly wrong action? He waseither a cad or an idiot. Most probably he
was a goodmixture of both, because slowly,
deliberately, no longercaring to resist, he closed the
distance between them andkissed her.
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