Promise Me Tonight (Weston, Book 1)
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"*Isabella is determined to marry James...*
Isabella Weston has loved James Sheffield for as long as she can remember. Her come-out ball seems the perfect chance to make him see her in a new light.
*James is determined never to marry...*
James is stunned to find that the impish girl he once knew has blossomed into a sensual goddess. And if he remember his lessons correctly, goddesses always spell trouble for mortal men.
*A compromise is clearly necessary...*
When Izzie kisses James, her artless ardor turns to a masterful seduction that drives him mad with desire. But, no stranger to heartbreak, James is determined never to love, and thus never to lose. Can Isabella convince him that a life without love might be the biggest loss of all?
beautiful than she had just a moment before. Bloody hell. He was in serious trouble. Then she suddenly straightened, seeming to come to some sort of resolution. The natural glow dimmed and was replaced by a calculated, seductive smile and a flirtatious bat of her lashes. “I would wager you say that to all the young ladies.” Nary a one, he silently corrected her, breathing a sigh of relief he had gotten off so easily. “Only the pretty ones,” he replied with a devilish grin, bowing as the music
main facade, doubling the immense structure. From a distance the house was intimidating; up close, its size was staggering. James looked up and up and up—the pale yellow brick just kept reaching on as if it were responsible for holding up the sky itself. Mrs. Fitzpatrick, who had volunteered to escort him on the voyage, was equally impressed. “ ’ Tis a fine grand house ta be sure.” She gave him a bright smile. “An’ jest think, there’ll come a day an’ ye’ll be laird of it all.” A surge of pride
we are friends.” “Aside from the fact that no one else is going to put up with you?” James joked, turning to look back at Henry. “For one thing, you would never have graduated without my help.” Henry laughed. “I still can’t puzzle out how you went to all those boring lectures.” “Self-control?” James suggested. Henry grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I doubt it would have made a difference. I was never much good at lessons.” James couldn’t argue with that. Intellectual pursuits were not,
before anchoring and engaging the French Spartiate. James braced himself as the first round of French broadsides shook the ship, tearing through the gun deck. The Theseus returned fire, splitting the hull of the enemy ship. James scanned the deck, looking for the French captain. Unable to locate him, he aimed instead for a sailor manning one of the swivel guns. When packed with chain shot, those small cannons could quickly destroy a ship’s masts and rigging. The next round of broadsides came
in her hand, her heart flooding with happiness at the sight of all the beloved faces and her mind overwhelmed by her brother having given her such a thoughtful gift. He hadn’t always been so considerate. When he and James had come home during school holidays, all Izzie had wanted was to be with them. Naturally, they had been intent on escaping her. Izzie was nothing if not persistent, though, and she had usually managed to find them out wherever they were hiding. They had never looked very