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From the legendary New York Times bestselling author of Heartless comes an exquisite Georgian romance of a transcendent love, “without doubt, one of the most romantic novels ever written.”*
Lady Emily Marlowe is beautiful, independent, and unspoiled. Deaf since childhood, she appreciates her family’s efforts to nurture her spirit, but the man they’ve chosen for her betrothal can never fulfill her. The only one Emily has ever desired is bold and reckless Lord Ashley Kendrick. Her childhood amour inspired her fantasies and vowed never to forget her—even as he left her for a new life in India and a new love.
Seven years and countless dreams later, Ashley has returned a desolate widower to Bowden Abbey and, true to his promise, to Emily. Yet his heedless proposal of marriage has left her unexpectedly conflicted. Though the heat of passion still burns, Emily fears that it’s only a sense of duty—not love—that has brought him to bended knee. And what is she to make of those seven lost years clouded in secrets too dark for Ashley to share?
For Emily, her greatest and only love now becomes one worth fighting for, one of startling revelations and second chances, and one, like a melody, too beautiful for words....
waving. “What is it today?” Barbara called to him after pulling down the window. “A horse? A ship?” “A cloud,” he said. “I am riding across the sky. Grandfer told me a story about a god who rode his chariot across the sky. But I am riding a cloud.” “Eric,” Sir Henry said, “ask your mama if she will step outside for a moment.” Eric went skipping off up the path. “I will not intrude upon her,” Sir Henry explained when his sister looked at him in inquiry. “But I very much need to talk to her.”
she thought was sound. Then she hid her face in her hands. There was laughter in his face when she gathered enough courage to remove her hands and peep up at him. He had been laughing. “The word was correctly formed,” he said, “and there was sound. But there was no communion between the two, Emmy. I believe you blocked the sound—perhaps with the back of your tongue? It came through your nose.” She bit her lip, horribly mortified. What had happened to his idea of learning silence? Would she
nor energy left. Behind her closed eyes she could see him as he had appeared when he vaulted out of the carriage, before she had been blinded by tears, tall and slender and handsome, his long dark hair tied back with a black silk ribbon and unpowdered as usual. He had been elegant in cloak, frock coat, waistcoat, and breeches. But elegant in his own almost careless manner—quite unlike Luke, with his Parisian splendor. She lay on the cold rock beside the falls, spent and passive, for hours until
once I have asked them.” He grinned engagingly. “Anna will not want to leave you so soon. You have not even seen her yet. They arrived this evening, you know, before I came here.” Oh. She smiled. Just a few weeks ago it had been a relief to get away from Bowden and all her family. But suddenly a month seemed an age. She could hardly wait to see Anna. “And there are only three days to the wedding,” he said. “Emmy, have you considered that Lady Sterne and my uncle would probably enjoy some
from his right to his left, setting his right arm firmly about her shoulders, dipping his head close to hers. He was speaking again. She could not see what he said. She did not want to know. He had set two candles and a tinderbox on a small table as he came inside. She knew as soon as he moved that he was going to reach for them. But she grabbed his arm. “No,” she said. “No, Ahshley.” She did not want to talk. She wanted to hide, to be held close. She wanted to be a part of him, part of his