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360 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 2, 2012
He wasn't unaffected either. There was...tumescence.
"She's studied practically every modern European language.... She can do math in her head you and I couldn't follow on paper.... She summarized half a millennium of Roman military strategy...knows Caesar's letters by heart in the original and in translation.... You compose little bagatelles for her when what she needs is to be working on a translation of The Divine Comedy."
...the scent of citrus and cloves clung to her
...the flawless, pale and possibly clove-scented skin of her neck
...her serious pretty green eyes, lovely scent and silky hair
...caught a whiff of her citrus-and-clove scent
...a scent that was anything but coal smoke. Cedar and spice, redolent of Christmas
...His daughters would know him by that scent
...catch a whiff of his cedary scent
...Her scent, clean and a little spicy
...the citrus-and-clove scent of Louisa Windham
...the pleasure of her scent, clean and sweet and unique to her
...Sir Joseph's linen bore the scent of true lavender
...where body heat made the lovely scents - lavender, cedar, spices - pure and strong
...finding as much comfort in its cedary scent
...put distance between him and the clove-and-citrus scent of the daft woman beside him
...seeing if you savor the Christmasy scent you've teased my nose with
...her clove scent winding into his brain
...a chance to catch a whiff of her scent
...sneaking a whiff of the lavender soap scent of his skin
...He splashed on his cedar-and-spice scent
...The scent of lavender was here too
...a different quality to his intimate scent. Masculine, maybe
...fortifying himself with the scent of her
...the naked, lavender-scented length of him
...drawing in her clove-and-citrus scent
"Your countess always smells like a spring garden, Westhaven. There's a warmth in the scent of her."
"Honeysuckle," Westhaven said, looking besotted.
..."My countess has suggested"
..."my countess and I will be rusticating"
..."would say the same thing regarding your countess."
..."My countess will not permit me"
...all he wanted was to confer with his countess
..."Happy Christmas, Countess" [from husband to wife under the mistletoe]
...looked up to find his countess eyeing him
...his fragrant, warm and curvaceous countess
...did not stop ogling his countess
..."Your countess has been busy"
..."hands are seldom off his countess's person"
..."or so my countess tells me"
..."what am I to do with a countess such as you?"
..."find myself in a private pantry with the earl. His creativity on short notice is truly astounding."
..."I would like to make love to the Earl of Kesmore."
...the slight frown on his duchess's brow
...taking a place beside his duchess
...if his duchess was to be kept smiling
...Comforting his duchess
...pressing a kiss to his duchess's brow
...note of despair in his duchess's voice
...God and the cleverness of his dear duchess
...'What about my dear duchess?"
..."must discuss this situation with my duchess"
..."wish me luck with my duchess"
..."you are a naughty duchess"
...with his beloved duchess
...placed a kiss on his duchess's temple
...a spark of pride when his duchess
..."pleasure's of leaving behind one's duchess"
..."rivaled only by that of my duchess"
..."My own duchess has informed me"
..."When my duchess bestirs herself"
..."My duchess is holding breakfast for me"
...convey the All's Well to his duchess
...because his duchess was enjoying herself
...as he lead his duchess away
..."and my duchess has taken you into dislike"
...with brown eyes that put Louisa in mind of Her Grace's spaniel.
...wondering as she did why His Grace would be accosting a young man
..."why don't you rescue His Grace from Lord Mannerling?"
..."You remind me of His Grace. When I was a girl...."
..."His Grace used to call me his abacus. I don't think Her Grace approved of the name."
...Her Grace was no fool
...Her Grace had long since divined His Grace's position
...His Grace sat back
...His Grace loved his five adult daughters
...His Grace understood priorities
...Her Grace was being reasonable.
...His Grace rose from the sofa
...His Grace shuddered to recall
...Her Grace arranged her skirts
...His Grace had leapt to a different conclusion
...His Grace's gratification
...Her Grace did not take his hand
...His Grace drew up under an oak
...His Grace's expression changed
...His Grace would see it
...His Grace reached for a tea cake
...His Grace reached for the last chocolate cake
...His Grace picked up the last cluster of grapes
...Her Grace remarked
...His Grace cleared his throat
...His Grace underscored his words
...His Grace would be an even more obvious cat among the pigeons
...Her Grace was conspiring
...His Grace groped for the arm of a reading chair
...His Grace raised a pair of keen blue eyes
...His Grace tossed back his drink
...His Grace dispatched the second drink
...His Grace made the offer automatically
...His Grace settled in
...Her Grace knew Louisa's mind on this
...His Grace had eaten all but two cake
...Her Grace had delivered several stout whacks to the ducal back
...Her Grace was quiet for a moment
...His Grace contented himself
...His Grace placed a kiss on his duchess's temple
...His Grace was also grateful
...His Grace was correct
Wellington's lips quirked. He was a handsome man of mature years, standing slightly less than six feet, popular with the ladies, and capable of charm when it suited him.
His Grace [::headdesk::] snorted through the feature that had earned him the sobriquet, "Old Hookey."
Moreland [aka His Grace] came churning across the snowy ground. "I believe all is in readiness, unless that buffoon's seconds can talk him into last-minute apology."
Wellington flanked Joseph's other side. "I've conferred with the family, Joseph. Your opponent is a weasel who discredits vermin throughout the realm. Do as honor compels you, and even his fellow weasels will not lament the loss."
"Grattingly's second has the pistols."
...Joseph asked the ticklish question. "Somebody has inspected them"?
Harrison looked grim. "I have."
"Well," said Moreland [aka His Grace], "I have not. Arthur, come along."
A-duking they did go, over to the folding table where Grattingly's matched pistols sat in an open velvet-lined box.
...Harrison muttered, "I could think of no reason to use another pair that wouldn't get us both called out all over again."
"Would that be another pair of pistols or dukes?"
As Joseph offered his rejoinder, Moreland's foot slipped, sending His Grace careening into His Other Grace, and the both of them pitching forward. The folding table collapsed, and the pistols tumbled out of their cozy box and into the snow.
Prinny waved a hand unadorned with rings, the weather having cause the royal case of rheumatism to take a nasty turn.
"But that leaves only an earldom, Your Royal Highness. Surely, for a gentleman pig farmer, regardless of his acumen with a pistol, surely..." Hamburg trailed away, eyes downcast. A few beats of martyred silence went by, then, "I'll see to it."
"An earldom and a grouse moor, and perhaps Baconer to the Regent. That has a nice ring to it. We like that last bit, about the baconer. Indeed We do. Fair puts Us in a holiday mood, it does."
"Of course, Your Royal Highness."
By the time Hamburg had back from the Royal Presence, the Regent had heaved himself to his feet and started on a progress about Carlton House, noting all the locations from which a kissing bough might still be hung.
Praise for RITA-nominated Lady Sophie's Christmas Wish:
"An extraordinary, precious, unforgettable holiday story."—RT Book Reviews, 4½ stars, Top Pick of the Month, Best Historical Romance, RT Book Reviews 2011 Reviewers' Choice Awards
'Tis the Season for Scandal...
Years ago Lady Louisa Windham acted rashly on a dare from her brother, and that indiscretion is about to come to light. She knows her reputation will never survive exposure. Just as she's nearly overwhelmed by her dilemma, Sir Joseph Carrington offers himself to her as a solution...
But Sir Joseph has secrets as well, and as he and Louisa become entangled with each other, their deceptions begin to close in on them both...
More praise for Lady Sophie's Christmas Wish:
"My Christmas wish for you is that Santa brings you this book...a joyful sensual read."—USA Today Happy Ever After
"Supremely sexy, emotionally involving, and graced with well-written dialogue...a fascinating, enjoyable read."—Library Journal
"Burrowes continues to write outside the usual Regency box with strong characters and humor similar to Amanda Quick's."—Booklist
Review"Delightfully charming and lovable characters... Burrowes crafts yet another winning romance. 4 Stars" - RT Book Reviews
"Humor, strong female characters, and fresh situations are hallmarks of this award-winning author... Fans of Amanda Quick and Loretta Chase will enjoy Burrowes." - Booklist
" I just can't impress enough upon you how much this book brought joy to my reading eyes and longing mind." - Yankee Romance Reviewers
"I was thrilled by this beautiful story that culminates with a heartwarming Christmas celebration. Reviewer Top Pick " - Night Owl Reviews
"It was a joy to watch them fall in love, and to see them continue to believe in each other, even in the face of some daunting circumstances. " - Romantic Historical Lovers
"I am impressed by the beautiful mixture of romance, poetry, humor and practicality portrayed in this book. " - The Reading Addict
About the AuthorNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes hit the bestseller lists with her debut, The Heir, followed by The Soldier and Lady Maggie's Secret Scandal. The Heir was also named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2010, The Soldier was named a Publishers Weekly Best Spring Romance of 2011, and Lady Sophie's Christmas Wish was named Best Historical Romance of the Year in 2011 by RT Reviewers' Choice Awards. All of her Regency romances have received extensive praise, including starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Booklist. Grace is branching out into short stories and Scotland-set Victorian romance with Sourcebooks. She is a practicing family law attorney and lives in rural Maryland.