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Millicent "Missy" Armstrong is entering her third London Season, but not for lack of suitors. Since her debut three years ago, Missy has received twenty marriage proposals. But she is interested in only one manher brother's best friend, James Rutherford. As a child, Missy looked up to James. As a grown up, her admiration has blossomed into the longings of a beautiful, sensuous womanand she won't rest until James admits his loveand desirefor her
James Rutherford rues the day he let his physical weaknesses get the better of him by kissing Missy. His best friend has made it clear that Missy is off limits, and though he's avoided her for three years, he hasn't forgotten the feel of her soft lips pressed against hisand it seems neither has she. For no matter how much James tries to discourage Missy, he keeps winding up in her arms, sharing heated caresses that promise the most delirious pleasure. . .
"A delightful debut! Beverley Kendall writes with wit and passion!" Sophie Jordan, USA Today bestselling author
"A fresh new voice in historical romance." Anna Campbell, author of Captive of Sin
"I loved Sinful Surrender! All I could think was, I want James. I want two of him." Alissa Johnson, author of Tempting Fate
Beverley Kendall has lived on two continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states. She stopped her nomadic existence and settled in Georgia with her young son. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none more than writing.
352 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2010

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone. You were determined to have what you wanted and damn everyone else.”
And her feelings for James? To her shame, they weathered the storm of his disparagement and scorn.
For a week, she’d been lost in a fog of disillusionment, heartache, and shame, barely managing to get through the days.
That the news of James’s courtship had so distressed her she’d taken to her bed and cried herself to sleep.
“I would hardly call a schoolgirl crush the kind required for anything as long-lasting as a marriage. It didn’t even endure an evening of sex,” she scoffed ...
No baby meant no life with James. It was only then she’d admitted to herself how she’d yearned for a living, breathing link to the man she loved. Would undoubtedly always love.
“What the hell did I miss? I hope this has nothing to do with Missy. Because if this is you trying to discourage her, while I’m grateful you’re applying yourself so diligently to the task, I think you’re taking it too far.”

She took a brief inventory of him, from his boots right up to his neckcloth. At last she looked at his face. "You´re right about one thing, I never knew you. I loved a figment created by my quite vivid and romantic imagination."
James stiffened at her works. While he had given little credence to her professions of love, hearing her affirm his sentiments caused the oddest ache in his gut.

" . . . he fell into the vast category of all men other than James -- the group who had a better chance of ridding London of its fog than gaining her affections."